The lens captures the image,
Gold and burnt orange leaves
Caught in the wind, finally
Settling on a grassy surface.
For one moment I have been
Able to capture the color of
Today, the brilliance of autumn,
Replete with cool breezes, and
Fading sunlight struggling to
Shine through bare branches.
If only time could be embraced
So poetically, to be poured over,
Tinkered with on ones computer.
I have seized the moment, not
Realizing that I am trapped in
A story, out of focus, playing with
The conventional toys of today.
Will I ever learn that I cannot
Recreate the past in order
To ignore the perils of the present?