Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: parkland

From point to point, In front and behind, Above and below, The horizon runs, From constant thought To constant thought. Far away Your memory hidden Behind the lines. Although it was expected, Your departure Still surprised. Like mist On a winter's day.

Floating on the weight Of hope, Winter flattens The echoes of morning. At the juncture I imagine finding you, Sometimes picturing you In the concealing distance, Which obscures Any chance Of finding you Once more.

I often go to the place Where the trees still whisper Their time travel magic, Releasing memories Frozen in the sun. Is this the trickery Of hope? After all these years, What am I expecting? Perhaps a sign That the year Has not yet ended.

The cloak of loneliness was a distant weed. Something only half comprehended, Barely regarded. Pondered on but not yet worn, Let alone handed down. In the shade of spring Everything stretched ahead, And there was no rush to get home.

Martin Czerny You explain this world to me with an image. I realise then that you have been reduced to poetry. Albert Camus