I took ninety-seven photos in the woods today
believing I might somehow capture what delights me.
Morning sun casting a spotlight on a stem of leaves.
Fat drops of dew hanging on.
River oats now brown symmetrical windblown.
Red vine making its way through the green.
Creek reflecting the colors on the bluff.
Pawpaws paling, great long leaves umbrellad over my head.
But my photos do not enchant like their subjects do. Â
They disappoint me after all.
Too much is lost in my simple camera
and that is quite all right as I do have
these two legs to get me back
and these two eyes to feast upon All.
