Flickering, she is still.
What was left of her dress
is now rust,
mottled stones in the mud
beside wet grass.
She is the conversation with fog,
the untamed crow,
the very last twitch and mutter.
This photo was freelensed with my Nikon D5300: 1/1600 ISO 100
Its “sister” recently made the “explore” page on flickr.
© Lina Forrester