Such a range of emotion! An ode to the changing of seasons! I find that I revel in the summer as if it will never end and languish in Winter wondering when it will. But it is the transition seasons that pierce my heart most deeply. The Spring with her exuberant regalia, life in full bloom and Autumn with her graceful, letting go. I learn my greatest lessons from the in between.
The trees are now bare as the frost clings tightly to sleepy limbs and blades of fading green, trumpeting the coming season of rest. As if to say thorough darkening days, breathe deeply, close your eyes and settle in. We follow nature’s lead unconsciously this time of year, draped in the ambience of twinkling lights and warm hearth’s glow. Time to rest our weary heads and surrender to the dream.
A gentle Wintering to you!
Sunday’s Week in Verse – 6 December 2015
I wonder if she remembers the spring.
though I do miss the smell of crayons!
“Don’t think! You’ll only make it worse!
”
crowned by raven locks.
unlike their hoary siblings,
simply black and white.
it’s wise not to blink.
she scales richter’s heights.
she hated green paint.
She’ll slumber now through frost’s first kiss.
…step off the edge without a net
In a million small ways, she inhabits his days
“Oh yeah, I was born for this!”
I won’t notice you, because I will be DANCING!
YOU CAN RELY ON IT
…giving voice to things, and being authentic…
here, surrounded by wild flowers and roses.
bust a jit crazy
I couldn’t let this day pass
Get up my pretty girl.
Don’t be deceived by her fragility.
Life is a gift
*Silence*
drawn to light, eye to keyhole.
~ kat
If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean the slate.
like mercury colliding... 
December 6th, 2015 at 10:44 am
An excellent ode to things to be!
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December 6th, 2015 at 11:07 am
Thanks Finn! With a glance back at what was 😉
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December 6th, 2015 at 11:37 am
Thank you!
“Wintering gentle” is a very nice , comforting thought , and every time I look at your painting I like it more 🙂
Turtle Hugs
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December 6th, 2015 at 12:11 pm
Blessings Turtle! 😊
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December 6th, 2015 at 1:28 pm
I love the ode to changing seasons. I have not always love November and December days but they are growing on me. Languish is one of my favourite words. It’s nice to languish in these interludes. Love your painting.
Lily
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December 6th, 2015 at 1:35 pm
Thank you Lily for lingering here with my words.😊
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December 7th, 2015 at 8:30 am
I play at writing poetry. Your lines of this ode are beautiful, I miss the smell of crayons – reminds me that I do as the odors of crayons comes to me. Poetry should elicit a response. Thank you.
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December 7th, 2015 at 8:49 am
Thanks Meredith. This verse is actually a combination of lines, one from each post of the the previous week. Sometimes I think it will become a big jumbled mess by week’s end, but I am always surprised that it seems to work. 🙂
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December 7th, 2015 at 11:26 am
That’s what I read. I was surprised how it came together so beautifully.
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December 7th, 2015 at 11:44 am
It surprises me every time Meredith! It’s a fun exercise I came up with years ago, resurrecting it when I started this blog. 🙂
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December 7th, 2015 at 9:39 am
I love that ode to the seasons! Also I love your weekly lines adding up! So much fun!
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December 7th, 2015 at 11:27 am
It always amazes me when they do! I certainly don’t plan ahead for it to happen that way. It’s magic! 🙂
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December 7th, 2015 at 11:40 am
yes it is! 🙂
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December 7th, 2015 at 11:45 am
🙂
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