across my field of vision,
the shadows too. Is it light or dark
or a combination?
I have grown to love the shadows.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
A leaf is only ready to drop
off the tree when new seasons
call.
And then there is nothing to be done
but fall,
accept.
The water can only flow
when the rains come.
Then the debris that has collected
at the mouth, will have no choice
but to be taken by the surge,
will have no choice
but to move
out of the way.
I am in love with rivers at this time of year.
You don't have to try in any way,
the water tells the story.
Jenneth Graser
Photography Jenneth Graser (Jubilee Creek, Knysna)
