When you find yourself in that place and the camera comes out of the bag to capture that moment often it is not enough. This was one of those such mornings. these piece of work along side the picture will be a memory to share and return to when the need arises.
I choose to descend to the water’s edge
And dip my toe in the morning mist
To stand on the bank, a simple ledge
A view to uphold and not be missed
A wisp of white hair to crown the lake
Gently swirling in an unseen whisper
A picture of beauty, my camera eye to take
To hold my memory of time crisper
Yet of all the panorama breathed
Is the morning sun of bliss
This mist the breath of trees relieved
Who would wish to miss this?