A painting, a poem and a wee bit of hope. Merry Christmas.
Loch.
I remember a Loch
A calm Loch
With water as smooth
As faultless glass
And the air
Was crisp and silent
And held my breath
In a fragile cloud.
No birds flew,
Yet I could feel
Them there, as if
They were watching
From the branches
Of stock-still trees,
Whose very leaves
Were holding on.
And the mountain,
Hiding in the mist,
Had no name,
And kept its distance.
Above me, the sun
Was a candle flame,
Flickering through
A silk curtain
I will return, someday,
When calmness returns.
After all, hope, as always,
Is in the waiting.
Derek Ross
Photos-Poems-Haiku 
Beautiful! Thanks, Derek.
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I LOVE this poem! I immediately want to read it out loud! The following lines are just exquisite:
And the air
Was crisp and silent
And held my breath
In a fragile cloud.
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Praise indeed! Thankyou
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You’re welcome! It’s a wonderful poem.
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Derek, a Merry Christmas to you, too! What a beautiful photograph, and such contemplative words to match!
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