Misty Morn

I like the crisp cool mornings
that autumn days can bring,
With promise of a balmy day
to make my glad heart sing.

Today there was a morning fog,
though light as fairy mist,
I found the treasure that it brought
where the river had been kissed.

For all the beauty on it’s banks
had fallen and got wet.
The camera clicked, and clicked again,
So that I would not forget.

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From the Shore


Boat view Franklin

I love boats; the sight of them that is! Otherwise I am happy to keep far away from them as I don’t feel safe in them. So you can see that they easily raise emotions in me -of one kind or another. I guess I could say there is a mix of admiration, fear and apprehension. But I do love the picture they make, in motion or stillness

This photograph was taken from the solid and safe shore of the Huon River in Tasmania.


Huon River, Tasmania

The trees fall into the river,
There is never a sudden clash,
They slip gently onto the surface
Without the tiniest splash.
The mountains lie quiet in the river,
Till the surface is moved by a breeze,
When without a sound or a warning
They leave with eloquent ease.
E F Woolley©  2013