There will be three: the forest of gentle menace, the atrium of white silence, the sea of blue chairs. The viewer will notice first: the denuded spires of the trees, the billowing of the marble arches, the methodical stacking of the chairs. And as the camera pans out: the pockmarked snow, the solitary white chair, the blue of the sea.
Poem title from chapter 11 of Poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
I based this poem on three photos selected from the @SpaceLiminalBot Twitter account. Peace to your ♥!