Saturday, December 03, 2011

joy

joy in discovery of a photo forgotten,
from a church dedication, now bygone,
far back erased from our town.

featured is the crowd of spectators.
revelers clad in celebratory finery. captured
in black and white and grays; note the hats and horses.

you can feel their thoughts. they are in their eyes,
neat and clean. there must be light talk and music.
subtle, wonderful celebration is captured on their faces;

all stand firm in time, in their places
on a now forever bright fall day ago.
they are forever to remain satisfied.

1 comment:

Annie said...

Reading this poem is a calming experience. It makes the photo relevant and the joy everlasting, both your discovery of it, and the satisfaction on the faces of the participants. I glean a sense of them, from your description.