orange except for purple shadows—
nothing in the sky
but sky. Scent of smoke—
Stacked twigs next to three
tin cups. A jug of water.
On the hillside half the pines in light—
half dark. Nearby,
Aspen leaves applaud. The
hole of a woodpecker—
Happy Monday; happy back-to-real-life day! I don't know why my name here is "M." and I'm not sure how to change it. But this is Mary (not Melanie). I'd love your thoughts on this poem. I have a handful of poems based on photographs. They aren't necessarily ekphrasic in that they don't directly describe the image, but they do inspire the poem. So I'm including the image for this one.
Image credit: Acquisition - Enzo De Bernardini, Processing – w/Sophie le Comte