I wrote this poem on September 25, 2021:
I sat with a grin like I never saw before,
On a bridge, in the snow, it was winter.
The quick descent of the sun lit the sky with yellows and orange hues.
And my talentless eye for photos snapped deer and trees and signage with zero precision.
It didn't matter.
I was there for a February walk in what felt like a free moment.
Cranberry scent of my flavor roasted coffee as we laughed and talked.
Even if I lost the photo forever the moment is alive in my memory.
The joy.
In the moment.
And the crispness in the air. My nose turning red from the frosty nightfall.
My brown sneakers and white corduroy purse.
The moon in the sky. Meeting the sun as it moves on to warm other moments.
Lighting the photos for other cameras.
On other bridges.
And other smiles.
-Amanda
