some good descriptions here, Paul. How exciting to live in Yorkshire. I suppose you have visited the Brontes old parsonage. They were a tragic brilliant family. Imagine watching your family die before you like their father did.
I am fine with the transitional seasons, autumn and spring -- it is the solitude and unwelcoming outcast arms of winter that bites deeply into mu soul -- stark, appearing lifeless and lasting for what seems an eternity -- the wolves teeth of bitter cold is not the friend of human flesh- trees were surely meant to be green or flowering, not naked and starkly brown and gray -- winter, if I had my way, you'd be held forever at bay -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Excellent write about the shifting of the seasons. But I especially enjoyed the phrase, "in the pie we could taste both warmth and rain." How insightful --- My senses would have never overtly recognized the combination of warmth and rain. Enjoyed, R
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Love ya!
Jane
In Christs Love
Michelle~
And I LOVE your profile photo.
Love this poem, Paul!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Susan
of the summer season...
~Paul~
is your insightful poem!!
Lady Vivian
Joy L. Hale
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings,
Christine
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
style that always appeals to me, Paul.
John