into itself so high up there on the deserted mountain plain.
you forget that equinox. of the explosion spring can be.
of mud, and slogging, of giddy children drunk on the blooms
of the tree tops and sparkling nights. oh you forget.
oh you forget, because winter seeps so slowly back
into itself so high up there on the deserted mountain plain.
remember too, it is beautiful because it is your own.
happy day.
xxoo
Your writing just stops me...sometimes I have to reread your posts because the words are so beautiful and I think to myself, "yes, this is exactly what I feel too." You have a tremendous gift.
ReplyDeletexo Sarah
Sarah, you are just too kind. thanks so much for your sweet, sweet words. I am glad that something connects me to others. xo
DeleteAhhh, thank you for saying it all so well. Beautiful. We had snow again today, this funny season called spring??
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Thanks so Chey. Spring can be so very fickle can't she? Hard to believe, snow, again for you. sigh, hope it warms up soon. xo
DeleteBeautiful...I think so many of us are feeling this way right now!
ReplyDeletethanks so much Blair. xo
DeleteGlorious ... your words and those amazing blooms!
ReplyDeleteThanks ever so much Annie! so so appreciate it!
DeleteLovely pictures and post. :)
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thanks so! xo
DeleteSuch an appropriate title for the weather here in the Northeast!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and thought provoking as always!
Oh Thanks so so much Eleanor. Hope things are well and warming up a bit for the week ahead.xo
Deletewow, those flowers are gorgeous. hope you have a wonderful day, rebecca!
ReplyDeleteThanks so so much Rachel. It is so very addicting, taking photo, after photo, after photo of these flowers of spring.
Deletepetals haunt my footsteps these days, littering my dreams, blotting out Winter & her bare boned weight.
xo