the bare bones of winter
the fragrant plum blossoms
I love the last days of winter when the trees show their bones even as the buds are swelling. The last few mornings have been cold again, and a freeze warning has been issued for tonight. Some of the plants that I have carried from the greenhouse will have to be returned.
But in the orchard the plum rushes on, wafting sweet incense toward me as I finish my morning walk. It always reminds me of a little box of Japanese incense I bought in my teenage years. I would light a little stick and listen to my glass wind chimes while dreaming of traveling to far away places
Do you also write poetry? Sometime your sentences have a certain lilt to them that makes me think you might. Winter almost always bites back up here, sometime two or three times. It won't be long till spring is sprung.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bill, for your encouraging words. I don't consciously try for poetry. I always appreciate your comments.
ReplyDeleteBills right
ReplyDeleteYou have a nice ability to phrase your work with a pace all of its own