This is infinitely beautiful, the symbolism is poignant, the words are so delicate. My favourite part is the last line, there is something timelessly moving about it.
always greener. the other side. always whiter. the OTHER season. did it really happen? when it becomes this hot, it seems endless. when snowed in, summer seems so far away. did winter really happen? i say now. will summer return? i say then.
...brings to mind my mother's cloths line; at 'snow-time' icicles hung with the linens, in the summer... the birds. But oh how fresh those linens would smell! _m
This is infinitely beautiful, the symbolism is poignant, the words are so delicate. My favourite part is the last line, there is something timelessly moving about it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sam. I truly appreciate your comments.
ReplyDeletealways greener.
ReplyDeletethe other side.
always whiter.
the OTHER season.
did it really happen?
when it becomes this hot, it seems endless.
when snowed in, summer seems so far away.
did winter really happen? i say now.
will summer return? i say then.
aren't we humans fickle? :-) love your new avatar!
ReplyDelete...brings to mind my mother's cloths line; at 'snow-time' icicles hung with the linens, in the summer... the birds. But oh how fresh those linens would smell! _m
ReplyDeleteyes, the smell, the soft flapping -- don't see to many clotheslines these days -- Hopper & Wyeth would be disappointed!
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