Flirting with Echoes

Am I flirting with echoes?
Like this Junco who skips
from branch to branch
calling to itself
in winter woods —
am I in similar pursuit?
These dreams,
these expectations
only an echo of
my imagination?
Coquette displaced
in this frozen marsh,
too early for spring?
too lost for hope?

• • •

Words & Photo ©2013, Jen Payne

20 thoughts on “Flirting with Echoes

Add yours

  1. What a gorgeous photo, and evocative words… Love what you’re doing here… Carol/Gato

    And I’ll download your PDF of the next book on Monday, and get to work with the demons!

    1. It’s a snowfall that happens in Newfoundland around St. Patrick’s day. Since it’s HIS day, St. Pat generally goes out for a few jars and when he gets home, three sheets to the wind, his sister, Sheilagh hits him with her hair brish, knocking some of his dandruff loose…hence the snow :>)

  2. Beautiful photo. I love the words as I am a creative branch skipper. Though I follow my soul through many mediums, I am sure the destination will be the one it’s meant to be.

  3. This photo shows a world — and a mind behind the camera — neither too early for spring, nor too lost for hope!
    What gorgeous blues! Nothing “blue” about them —

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Blog at

Up ↑

<span>%d</span> bloggers like this: