Ansel Adams Knew Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Lilies without a sound
Gazing at a field as blue as a sea
Rocks of glimmering silver
Sleep as deep as the soul
I resist the devil

You come to me with lanterns
With candles
I hear prayer and praise

Vermeer measures his gold
We believe that art is mystical
We pursue the voice in the forest
Snow and wind
Clouds with form different yet universal

Waiting for words that sit like cliffs
Flow like tides
Cry like rain
Ansel Adams knew