Understory
I walked into the darkness of canopy,
so lush this year with record rain.
At first, contrast clouded my lens,
so slow these days to open for low light.
But once my aperture reckoned,
a silver glaze glistened on every leaf,
Catchlight puddled up from the path,
diffused by humid mist.
And here, I thought, is how
we capture epochs, one
incremental focus at a time.
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Lovely, Roberta! The moment is everything when we focus.
Love.
Beautiful! Love “contrast clouded my lens”
Roberta, thank you for this lush, lovely poem. One of my favorite lines is “Catchlight puddled up from the path.”
I love this:
But once my aperture reckoned/a silver glaze glistened on every leaf/Catchlight puddled up from the path/diffused by humid mist.
Beautiful, Roberta. “Catchlight” caught me, too!
wow!
Catchlight puddled up from the path,
diffused by humid mist.
I’m crazy about this one!! First of all, I LOVE the word “understory” (I have a poem about this)—equally for the forest growth and the figurative meaning. Your language is gorgeous in this poem: catchlight, aperture reckoned, silver glaze glistened… Fine work!