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Things are not

unmoving (or else what   

is ing there for?)

The things once-living   

fall on the never-living   

all the more movingly for the eye

that passes over them.

The wind wells up

to spill a trail

of onces off the nevers,

take opaque from eye

to mind, or near it —

every rocking takes some leaving

to a stonish spirit.

- Heather McHugh, " Leaf Litter on Rock Face"

Comments

[Mick Mather]

I like this one a lot!

I particularly enjoyed yesterday's barn too, but, those little boxes for FAVORITE and REBLOG cover up the comment tab and I couldn't get in to say so (it's happened a few times before as well).

[Lisa]

So nice. Lovely photograph.

[rose]

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.