Sunday, March 4, 2018

“Dormant”



I love this time of year. With camera in hand, I take an excursion into my own yards, seeking sleeping possibilities. 
























I hover over buds hidden under winter’s quiescence. 





























I linger with my feet wet from yesterday’s rain. I close my mind to the hours of hard labor ahead—clipping, raking, bagging—erasing evidence of end time. 





I let my memory dash back to last summer when I danced in dappled sunlight, a nymph delighting in lazy days.

Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman