Sunday, May 22, 2011

Sunday May 22, 2011 Beyond the Bezone





View from studio window in winter.

http://bozone-bw.blogspot.com/

Seasons
The frost of winter "wanes"
Gives way to open "window's" "flight"
"Angels" whisper encouragement
"Surrender" to the season
Take off your shoes
And slip your feet
Into the "absolute" tenderness
Of new green grass
"Risk" it all

Fly into spring
Smell the flowers
Red, "yellow", pink
And all that "utters" to you
Soon enough
The "lull" of summer's
Heat will gather on your doorstep

All will be "rearranged"
"Beneath" your very nose
And before you know it
Winters frost with it's
Special chill
Will softly come again
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*Yesterday I finished the Mayfield Artists Book Project, and I took it to the photographer's. Soon I will have pictures of Mayfield to share with you. I got his clothes made and am beginning to think of new projects that wait for me.

10 comments:

Mary said...

Lovely images, Annell. One I especially enjoyed was "the absolute tenderness of new green grass."

Brian Miller said...

NO!!! let me stay in spring a bit longer...to be bare foot in the grass...

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

I was quite taken ... and was moved as each season came to me through your words. I also thought that this was a very interesting and beautiful photo

Helen said...

Your poem has so much energy, I can feel it in my bones!!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, Annell....and good for you completing another project!

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

My favorite is "angels" whisper encouragement...lovely. Anxious to see Mayfield!

Maude Lynn said...

"Angels whisper encouragement
Surrender" to the season"

Who could resist? Just gorgeous!

flaubert said...

An absolutely gorgeous piece, Annell.

Pamela

Dee Martin said...

lovely imagery and I enjoyed just wandering around a looking on your wonderful blog :) You are very talented!

Elizabeth said...

Annell, at the moment we have a heavy dark storm moving in. Was glad to read your poem, let it transport me elsewhere,

Elizabeth

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