1954 by André Kertesz. Greenwich Village from his apartment window.
By Charles Pierre:
Speck
When the blizzard passed,
a holly amid ocean dunes
shook in the March wind,
as mounds of snow
slid from its peak
in a silent rush,
exposing a branch
where one red berry,
shriveled and pitted
in spots, yet whole,
clings to its stem —
the only speck of color
on this stark white shore,
edged with ashen surf.
RENEE OLSTEAD:
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We posted this poem (with some changes from now) in 2016.
Charles Pierre said, “When a blizzard covers the shore, we are amazed at the vast expanse of snow in all directions — but almost immediately start looking for signs of color and life. ”
Best wishes,
Charles Pierre
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One of my favorite photographs.
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