Glistening green leaves caught my eye
as if a vining hand had reached out to me suggesting that the photo op of the day
would be missed if I kept on walking.
I stopped, looked at it. It was quite lovely
but no flowers, except for perfectly shaped
leaves in a gentle cascade down a quaint old gate.
I did feel compelled by the vining cascade
to take its picture and so I had this photo
for tonight’s bit of poetry.
“Taking pictures is savouring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.”
~ March Riboud, French photographer
(June 24, 1923 - August 30, 2016)
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