If you love winter, this will probably have little appeal for you. I wrote it because a lot of people are feeling down, and sometimes when you are down, cheerful can irritate. Actually make you feel worse. For those who live in climates where there are a lot of grey days, they are not likely to help {though for myself I find that the occasional grey day is soothing, and a bright let's-all-dance-around-the-Maypole day feels like an insult (And yes, waking up to see the world quilted with snow is a thrill. While the magic lasts, there is nothing like it.) Peace and Love Beyond the Beyond, Pea
Calendar, Wall
November: up, down, coast. December: up on the Eve, down on the Day, Up, down, down, up, up New Year's Eve, down New Year's Day, look forward to tax-down January, expect bills-up down January have to face Real cold soup, bed cool his-her side January but pull up February, just watch out for Valentine's Day. Talk about down.
Grey-sky blues meet blue-sky greys. Easy- to-tear lace edges red paper heart that tears and rain make holes in. Cheap piece of sentiment. Arrow points to a different love. One you sent came back. Envelope scrawled Return to Sender slash Expired.
Snow-No snow IRS sugar low March on hold while April warms slow motor bird outside window has frog in throat, but notes May will soon open, rasps invite it to nest in oak leans near.
Up flies the bird to find mate and twig. Up comes a daffodil Up comes a crocus Up, up, up, Spring smiles and June laughs don't have to walk down aisle. Heat dizzies exactly right. July roses trellis, August the leaves start saving gilt and sending out invitations to play leapfrog. Take in the scent of fresh composition books and bonfires more red and yellow than blue.
ah, Pea..this is wonderful and so are you! (that's my bit to your editor)...you're so right: the occasonal grey day can be soothing, the never-ending grey weighs you down. You capture the relentlessness of the seasonal cycles expertly.
I dread summer now because of the unbreathable, unbearable, the entirely unhealthy and unxxxxx... but in my youth...summers were delightful.
But spring always follows winter. That is even so in cold Minnesota where the polar bears wear fur coats and the members of Polar Bear Clubs risk heart attacks as they jump into the icy water. One point, though. If they live through the experience, the rest of the winter will seem warm.
This was like an old movie where they would show the pages of a calendar folding back tearing from the calendar and blowing away. You made each month's special moments become the heart of the write. Nice work, Pea!! I am glad that I live at high altitude or I would not have had any proof that we had a winter this year at all. Fortunately, our nights are cool-cold, though the days have all been spring-like. I miss the cold and snowy mornings...sigh!
Take care,
Sherry
I really liked the wording of this....especially: "take in the scent of fresh composition books and bonfires". Excellent way to describe that time of year. ;) Silver
It's always bloody grey here Pea; there's no wonder I end up writing dark stuff lol. I actually love all the seasons, they all have something unique to offer as does this equally unique piece.
I much prefer summer myself Pea, especially those days of warm summer breezes and magical nights !
This is an amazing medley and juxtaposition of words which captures and holds your attention throughout !
Peter
I love winter and truly enjoyed this write as well. It does have its down sides of course but so do summer with the excessive heat. Spring and Fall though are still my two favorite seasons,especially spring with it's promise and it's rebirth...Hmmnnn guess I just wrote my own calender.
I happen to love winter; but I can understand why many people would feel down in winter.It is such a cold, grey, unappealing, forboding time of year! Very well expressed; well done, darlin'!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
You've left me shaking my head in wonder at the brilliance of your pen. Too many favorite lines in this joyful write, but mine are:
"...Snow-no-snow IRS sugar low
March on hold while April
warms slow motor
bird outside window
has frog in throat but notes
May will open soon...."
Still smiling at the imagery. Spot on. This one's going to linger awhile, in my library and in my mind. Thank you for your beautiful, celebratory words today!
Takes us on a cyclic journey of the twelve months.
"bonfires more red and yellow than blue." This is my favorite line. I like the thought of how the ancients carved calendar sticks, or record rods to record important events. I have the Calendar Sticks tarot card posted in my den. It is Native American conjoined with Chinese, and is inspired by my character in my novel Blue Corn Woman who paints on animal hides. I like all seasons, but fall season is my choice. It is good for my pretty complexion. Really a nice chronicling of the months, Pea. You're the best! You have a day on my calendar every month! Two in the month of June here when the Sweet Pea blooms! Thanks for the months, Pea. They're getting longer.
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the south cause it is true the cold winter days can get
you down. This is great as usual.
I dread summer now because of the unbreathable, unbearable, the entirely unhealthy and unxxxxx... but in my youth...summers were delightful.
love,
Gina
love and peace...Carole
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
It's nice...:)
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Paul;-)
This is an amazing medley and juxtaposition of words which captures and holds your attention throughout !
Peter
Felix
I happen to love winter; but I can understand why many people would feel down in winter.It is such a cold, grey, unappealing, forboding time of year! Very well expressed; well done, darlin'!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
You've left me shaking my head in wonder at the brilliance of your pen. Too many favorite lines in this joyful write, but mine are:
"...Snow-no-snow IRS sugar low
March on hold while April
warms slow motor
bird outside window
has frog in throat but notes
May will open soon...."
Still smiling at the imagery. Spot on. This one's going to linger awhile, in my library and in my mind. Thank you for your beautiful, celebratory words today!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
"bonfires more red and yellow than blue." This is my favorite line. I like the thought of how the ancients carved calendar sticks, or record rods to record important events. I have the Calendar Sticks tarot card posted in my den. It is Native American conjoined with Chinese, and is inspired by my character in my novel Blue Corn Woman who paints on animal hides. I like all seasons, but fall season is my choice. It is good for my pretty complexion. Really a nice chronicling of the months, Pea. You're the best! You have a day on my calendar every month! Two in the month of June here when the Sweet Pea blooms! Thanks for the months, Pea. They're getting longer.
Sage