In Between

The damp ground

gives way

as I wander.

My pace is slow, my eyes seek

signs of the season in my own back yard.

The birds above

serenade me

as I hunt.

Their rhythm is choppy, their melodies compete

as they taunt me - heard, but not seen.

The tiny buds

show themselves

as I focus.

Feet planted, crouching low and leaning in

I ask the camera to hold this moment.

This in-between-moment.

This moment

in between winter and spring;

in between young and old;

in between mother and friend;

in between doubt and faith.

The all-seeing lens

works magic,

defining this moment.

The buds that I sought came into focus, 

but it was

the lens that found the old, rusty fence, 

and caught the pure light.

Linking up with my friends at 

Bigger Picture Blogs

and

Project 52

and for the first time with

Photo Heart Connection