Morning Light at Wynn’s Place
Morning Light at Wynn’s Place
November 9, 2020
November sunlight
signals maple trees
in mid-morning
as yellow and orange leaves
begin to sing in chorus
against a clear blue sky.
The creek flows softly
in this dry spell,
but large rocks
form a buttress
and a small waterfall spills
just above a smooth rock
shaped like a turtle shell.
The protrusion is lovely,
brown and gray,
as water flows around it
and between the outliers
that earth brought forth
eons ago.
On the north side
of the creek
sits a tall rock bed
marbled with
shades of gray and brown,
its curved crevasses
forcing trunks and limbs
to bend over the water
toward the southern sun.
The legs of the tripod
enter the soft earth,
so I abandon it
and take my chances,
holding the camera still
as I breathe in this scene
at Wynn’s place
in the rare warmth
of a November morning.
