You don’t belong here, but I’m glad you’re here,
you remind me of the spring
in the evening, as the winter wind knocks on windows
and slips through doors
I can barely remember
when everything was green
only a subtle scent, sweet and lemony
to make me forget the gray sky
and the pale landscape
you with trailing limbs across
a garden defunct
you whisper in soft watercolor whispers
and I remember
when the soil wasn’t so cold and dark
before the night seemed not so cold
and the sun was not so far…
The green remnants of the winter jasmine and its fragrant blooms climb on trailing tendrils. It’s winter, the whole day nothing but gray. It’s getting harder to find anything to shoot, especially when there is no light, just a gray borderless continuous gray.
I drove to the lake and the pale water was an uncomfortably bland brown. The egrets and herons have all left the limbs. There was nothing but introspection and the winter jasmine.
You have such a way with words. Love the tiny treasure you found as well.
Nice post! Nice picture!
Beautiful in its decay of the winter, but with a promise of the spring.