Saturday, January 03, 2015

Snow maiden

The Indian maiden kneels with her ewer, dappled in last night’s snow. She is cast in plaster, all that remains of a fountain that once graced our back yard. The young girl’s broken base is long gone with the weekly trash, but she survives. Rosemary and yucca surround her, their mantles of white shrinking as the morning progresses. The plants need little water, and perhaps the droplets of snowmelt will suffice until the next uncommon rainfall. By noon, or certainly by sunset, the snow will vanish from the yard.


Guilie Castillo said...

Beautiful, Bob. You captured the fleetingness of time--the fountain that "once graced" the yard, the snow that will melt before noon. Loved it.
Guilie @ Quiet Laughter

Bob Sanchez said...

Thank you, Guile. Glad you stopped by.

Pearson Report said...

Hi Bob,

What a beautiful photo. Your written words are magical. I could see myself standing, with coffee in hand, looking out upon this part of the garden… you created a tranquil scene.

Cheers, Jenny
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