"This mornings walk" Jan 31st, 2012 photo by T L Cope

I do not fear the things that come; I do not fear all but one
End of day, which dying light do'est slip into eternal night
I watch her beauty dim and fade; to crumble into empire’s dust
As tides rise to wash away the many monuments of us
The windswept dance of summer grasses
Growing ‘round my scattered ashes
Like children that have come to play
Amongst the stone and silent graves
Dark is this roads enveloped storm
That does not really wish me harm
Fleet in passing, 
gold is the ring,
life's shinning spark
Was not but the weight of love in its arms.....



photo by terrence l cope



New leaves grace the branches

a nip seems to lessen outside the shaded path

I feel the sun, it's been a while

it's winter but this shall pass



photo 01/29/2012 by terrence l cope

I walked today
alone 

along the path

that led me

to this end of day

and all the things along the path 

were

more than simple words could say.

While images of

a seconds tick

were trapped within

the Nikon's lens
At that very moment's end

is where all eternity begins .....