when spring approaches
and leaf buds rush into bloom
we can only watch, time standing still
the moment of change, a stillness of becoming
forever out of grasp
(03/2017)
when spring approaches
and leaf buds rush into bloom
we can only watch, time standing still
the moment of change, a stillness of becoming
forever out of grasp
(03/2017)
This grasps the blooming rush (of stillness) very prettily!
Kinda wish I could say a bit more, but for now I’m mainly all enthusiastic that posts are back on your site, that I can read some more of your words again through this medium, and look at your drawings and photos, and see your face!