Fantasia in Monochrome

The landscape is stark, the trees, bare
not unlike the Cartier-Bresson
poster which hung in successive
apartments for twenty years. Longing
and its affiliations. Hope after, in spite
and because of depletion, the resplendent
season returned as seed
to unknowable ground
that last clinging
leaf among leaves
silence. Intent
which we call color
releases its hold—
a single breath—
a grey curtain—
proscenium stillness.

photo © Frank LoBuono