It was a morning of unusual happenstance
I was tempted to knock on your door anyway
Wolves had chased me out of the woods
Your present lay on the trail behind
Should I return to retrieve it
Risking being torn to pieces?
Well, if I am eaten alive
Then I am good for nothing!
Hmm, glad I settled that.
So, picking wild mustard and radish flowers
I made you a fine bouquet.
And brought it to your door.
Knocking was futile….and dust covered your windows.
Peering in, I could see steam billowing from your pot.
Alas, you were not home.
a simple photograph….lensbaby
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
Love this too, Mark. Both photo and poem. So beautifully combined! I like the air of mystery both image and word express.
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Thank you. This was made just a few weeks before the rains came and flooded the area
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