The photos and poems are on Paul Brookes’ blog here. My poem is based on the third image PB3.
In the light and silence, a single presence
that stalks unseen across the wilderness,
we listen, hoping almost for the patter of rain
to furnish the emptiness with familiar comfort.
Times like this, we shrink from gazing
on the face of the water, on the anger beneath,
when the complicit sky oppresses, reflecting
the darkness swelling in the lake’s deep heart.