I watched him set up his tripod
So careful, so minute, so intent
And certainly the tree deserved
Every lens positioned, head bent
For long moments – the perfect focus
Of eye and hand, of pure blent
White bloom and winter light.
How tangible the clasp of beauty
And love. I stood so long watching
That I never saw the group of women
Posing. Laughing, jostling, they called
To him to take the picture, to hurry
As they stood under the lovely tree.