Another day in this conscious tenderness,
all the leaves are swept up, so tidy.
The stems under the broom of us,
capable piles of reds and orange, the colours
of our love that still seems fresh green too.
In the air, the reverberation
of an event we spoke of last night, touching,
from the window all the day is dawning.
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Above is one of my poems. This shot sort of reminded me of it, so I thought I'd post it alongside. It was more like 5.30am when I took this. I just wanted to try to capture that particular blue seen as day dawns, and this was about as close as I could manage on this morning. I can't seem to get any decent night shots with my lumix.
