Sometimes

When I used to walk
Through the fields
To watch the diversity of the seasons
Quite close

When I searched for trees
And hills, and slopes,
And mountains in the far distance
Trying to touch the texture
Of the rock and the grass

When I approached the lakes
Their strange disposition
Of horizontal mirrors
And followed the lines
That crossed the landscapes
Into the blank of the infinite

Sometimes

I could see clouds
Sleeping on the sky

And some promises
Laying in the soil.

voj 2007

Photo: copyright Jim Furness
(reproduced by formal permit of the author)
http://www.jfphotography.net/