In the long dark of this tilt away from heat we call winter, I do not know what my eyes are hungrier for–green or the sun.
Green and sun…either one without the other is a little strange…like Alaska in the Summer…
Love the small stone idea Susan. I often think of haiku or short poems in general as pebbles and the mind as a pool…kind of that buddhist metaphor thing. I’ve actually been working on an invented form with that in mind. will spell it our when I get it a little more,,,conceived.
Oh, that sounds wonderful. Would definitely like to hear more.
Both will not be bad. Very nice. 🙂
the white is blinding isn’t it? I would love some heat and warmth from a summer sun
It is,and OK, it’s beautiful. However, I am only cut out for about 2 weeks of winter and that’s it. I am SUCH a wimp.
me too! 5 degrees in the morning makes me VERY VERY cranky
I’ll take either one!
Well, I have sun today, but it is not warm 😉
Winter is the only time we have green (except lawns, plants) in the Bay Area. All the surrounding hills turn green. Usually theyre gold/brown.
I always hope for a green Christmas (means wll have adequate water).
Oh, what a lovely way to word that.
I can find some pleasure in all seasons, but there’s this love of summer that permeates everything. I’m with ya there.
Yes–winter has its pleasures and beauty, but for me the season has an asceticism to it. It is what we prepare for, what we last through, what reduces us to our most basic. Summer is the hedonist spreading pleasure everywhere it goes.
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Sun, of course!
Ah, yes–that is true. Will you say hello to it for me, as it is closer to your half of the orange now?
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