New Leaves, Balm or Black Cottonwood (Populus trichocarpa),
leaves of young trees are more slender (oblong-lanceolate) than
on more mature trees. South Wallowas [ click photo for next ]
—On the road in the American Northwest.
As two learn to walk
together as one,
one of their most primal of fears
is that might somehow be separated,
That is why Love seeks to protect
every step Freedom makes.
POPLAR OF FORGIVENESS
A poplar tree offers me shade,
moving from ridge to valley,
I rest a while.
It's the sound, the sound
of the wind moving in the leaves,
a sound wholly absent at the more austere altitudes,
that washes away like the water of a Lourdes
all the hurts and pains of the past.
How we long to go back, go back and set straight
our mistakes of the past, to say
that it wasn't like that, or that
we didn't intend things to turn out
the way that they did.
But the sound carries these thoughts
away to somewhere else I know not where.
I open my eyes. A leaf, already yellow, falls.
A chickadee flutters by.
I must live a better life.
Eagle Cap Wilderness,
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I might just mention here, following the ethical principle,
First, do no harm, I never use cars or snowmachines. I
do everything on foot, bike or ski. I think this in a
deep and direct way affects my work, and how I see
the world. So all the photos above were approached
on foot, including all the in between spaces, sometimes
involving journeys of weeks or months.
I would not want to work any other way.
All Photographs & texts by Cliff Crego © 2012 picture-poems.com