Friday, December 10, 2010

the sleigh track of the lost

Albert Renger-Patzsch, Mountain Forest in Winter, 1926
 Image/text(source: lushlight)(via invisiblestories reblogged arsvitaest)

Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,
the sleigh track of the lost.
Below, hidden,
presses up
what so hurts the eyes,
hill upon hill,
On each,
fetched home into its today,
and I slipped away into dumbness:
wooden, a post.
There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.


Kelly M. said...

many thanks for sharing this wonderful post -- words, image, music --

secret, fragile skies said...

Thank you, Kelly for always checking in and leaving lovely comments!

LauraX said...

beautiful poem and photo....I found your link at Aesthetic nice to meet you:)

secret, fragile skies said...

Thanks for visiting. I love the direction you have chosen for your work. Lovely blogs -happy to find you.