Cabin Window

It's small,
only three feet square,
an eye open to the mountain face
and one lone pine.

My window frames
rocks, a thousand grays and tans,
green needles and bluest sunlit sky.
Lace curtains
obscure, reveal, the scene,
like hopes and dreams,
dappling,
and only my surest hand
and slowest shutter
can capture all
in one clear image

I aim for clarity,
composition;

I set the tripod
experiment with settings,
uncertain, yet determined
to find that best expression
of my mountain eye,
curtained with hopes and dreams,
to frame the brightest, brilliant blue.

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 © 2005, Lenore Horowitz