Friday, May 25, 2012
Lazily meandering out to the mail box
A slight tap, tap, tap--
a heavenly beat from above
Eyes reach skyward
blinded by a fresh bright glow between tree lines.
running through aperture modes finally reaching correct focus.
Red heads peek through branches.
camera ready nothing comes into view.
Deflated ego resolved to stubbornness
rotating round and round searching, searching