The ramblings of an abstracted, distracted, and occasionally lucid mind.
Lovely, lovely! Both photo and words have such a pristine and perfect feel about them. Im glad you're still blogging here - Martha has nothing on you!
pauline, thanks for such kind words. I'd almost forgot about Martha I'm so pleased with myself that I finally posted my first pictue. Not that it was hard to do, but I need as much motivation to check out technical stuff as I would need to climb Mount Everest. The pic, by the way, is actually the view from my kitchen window and though it may look forlorn in this pic, it really is lovely. And I wrote the poem cause I oft think about how it marks time like a big old clock.
You see that from your kitchen window? (Do you have a spare room and a hunger for guests? )There is nothing forlorn about the view- the trees and their shadows are beautiful. What a natural way to mark time!
It's not forlorn at all. Truly gorgeous! Like you, we watch the passage of time through the trees. Soon, Mother will be saying "The trees have started to look lacy." Congratulations on posting an exceptional picture!Buffy
Buffy, we all have our own unique view of beauty. I've seen so many people on TV look out over Time Square and comment on its incredible beauty. This is a beauty, I fail to comprehend. I'll take a simple row of trees any day. Your Mom's description of trees in the spring is great. When they first start to show itsy bits of new folliage the branches look like they are trimmed with delicate silk and gauzy quilting scraps (couldn't resist that comparison). She is right - they do look 'lacey'. Trees and lace? It doesn't get much better than that, does it?
I agree, Roberta. It doesn't get any better than that.As for Times Square, I can understand the heritage, and even pride of place, but that's not beauty to me, either. I'll go for Mother Nature's work anyday!Buffy
A powerful little four-liner, this, Roberta. Good to see rhyme working so well.
dick, I've been over to your place revelling in your poetry and the revelations of your Jan 5th post. I'm cheering for you, dick. And thanks for cheering for me. I am very honored.
What a perfect combination of words and image. Stunning.
Hi julie. Thanks for the comment. The thought of 'time' was in my mind for many years -- then the poem came marching along. Glad you liked the combination.
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