why poetry? why photography?

i sit criss-cross

below this window

that was once

tightly blinded

to keep out the sun

i snap this shot

*contre-jour*

lean forward and

raise the pane wide

autumn wind rustles

the hanging lace that

tickles my face and

kisses my cheek

billowing and draping

with each breath of nature

like a swinging child

beckoning me

to come out and play

This post was written in response to High Calling's PhotoPlay and Tweetspeak's poetry prompt.  Thank you to Kelly who shared the journey behind her photos and moved me on a day when I was stuck contre-jour.