This poem was written not long after meeting my best friend and wife. I always envisioned the right image for it to be one that many photographers have captured. That is, streams of sunlight coming through the forest or clouds. I just never could catch it. More than thirty years after the poem was written, I saw the image on this card. It was midwinter, well below zero, and the sun was just coming up over the Maple River near the Dam Site Inn.
WORKS Series -- Photo card with poem