Photo by Cynthia Guenther Richardson
The delicacy of past is present
in the focus of my attention:
this sheen of things soon taking leave,
this prescient arc of effortless redesign.
There is fine tracing of life upon life,
fleeting wisdom made of secrets and
recognition of the whole, its parts.
These eyes do shine. So much glory.
(All photographs taken by this writer. Please ask to re-use.)