Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
dunno - i read this not strictly nature wise but more like something colorful and beautiful spoiled by things that block the way...ugh...sad when that happens
it is def winter here....though it was nice and warm(er) today....got up tot he 40s which felt like a summer...in a way...smiles.
This is a perfect enigma.. the indian summer has always marked an end for me, yet there is no end in sight... hmm.. you made me wonder (which is good)
those of us cranking out "ten" stanzas by the pack, clump, or pod, take note of how much you really accomplished with just one; nice job, smile.
It's hard to see beyond the horizon till we get closer and then it changes...sweet.
You chose what is, for me, a wonderful time of year. And like others, I read multiple layers in it.
I know that feeling , mid-winter, of no end in sight. Better days ahead, my friend.
Can we exchange places ~ Its too cold here ~
In these northern lands where I live, an early indian summer would be lovely. --but the skiing will be gone… second thoughts: I am fine with the snow.
Profound in its brevity!
Are you visiting those who visited you? Hope so! We all like visits.
how we linger on certain times of the year
Indian summer sound delightful about now as it is extremely cold here.
Oh! That is quite an image. Well-penned. :-)-HA
Says it all ... and opens up new questions.
Thanks for reminding me of indian summer in the midst of winter. :)
It gives a respite before the cold. It is most welcomed for that short while certainly! Nicely annelle!Hank
Oh, the beauty of a brief Indian summer, yet there's a shadow over it. Very interesting and beautiful. Thank you.
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