Do we ever realize that the days are getting brighter or does the inevitability of winter prevent us from seeing what’s on the horizon?
Hidden Black Sand Beach at Volcano National Park by AZAdam on Flickr.
I miss those days in the orchard
Smelling the air, a savory blend
Of sweet peaches and crisp apples
When the sun rises on the horizon
From my window I could always see
A silver lining resting above the trees
I would pick the peaches in July
The feel of the star-burst flesh
Soft and ripe in my tired hands
A peculiar voice tells me to eat it
Could this fruit be talking to me?
The voice encourages me again
I place the peach in my basket
And take slowly take my leave
The summer heat has its ways
Of clouding the mind and body
For keeping my task, I will see
The silver lining the next day
Greenland Iceberg, an awarded photograph in a series of near-sculptural photographs of icebergs shot by David Burdeny
