Hiking uncleared paths of snow which rose at times mid-calf
heart galloping with plumes of ivory ascending with every breath
toes long gone numb as too the dripping nose
yet eyes ceaselessly searching for the prize of determined go.
And sure enough up ahead the golden crown did beckon
as with eager tread the picture maker draws ever the nearer
while the world as once perceived the dimmer switch now on
with only the golden crown straight ahead in vision.
Stop!, ordered Mind you’re here so pretty please don’t move
as shining eyes hone in on the perfect pose.
As the picture maker paints still without breaking gaze
she brings out from cover her camera she oh so treasures
knowing her gallant efforts have been given recompense
as with great satisfaction hears sweet melody of her shutter sing.
Photography/ “Sweet Shutter Sings” December 2016©AmyRose
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