In this winter garden
Everything is silent.
Still ground, sleeping trees,
Frozen in space, frozen in time.
The water is calm
And as black as the night
Sparkling and cold
Yet un-barren.
Blue skin
Cold eyes look up
And search the tree-line
Thin layers of frost
Cover and seal my lips
In this garden of winter
I am the silence,
The lack of sound
Hushed whispers
And lonely footsteps
In this white garden
I make new friends
Beautiful and cold.
Will cry their life away
Until they are no more
Spilled on to the grass
In this garden of cold,
Nothing rules here
Except for frost and ice
The coldness and winds
Will never change.
Sound is still
And time is broken.
More?
- Reflections in the mirror
- Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part V)
- Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part IV)
- Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part III)
- Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part II)
- Self Portraits: Past, Present & Future, Gallery I (Part I)
- The Problem With Ren Hang’s Photo Book
- Full Length Photography Documentaries
- Without My Eye
- Why Photography?
- My life is about to change
- Photographers Interview
- Photographs which should have been.
^ From “
Tom Robson 