Seasons

First shades always seem silty and slow, from the weeping of black to the silver scales in salmon river blue. Abounding, as if in spontaneity, in glossolalia, the stridulation of Autumn legs. And in this, the signature of another winter, the miracle of morning that wakes me. Here is your glacial symphony, your apparitional opus and evolution and enough to feel you near.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

"And in this, the signature of another winter, the miracle of morning that wakes me. Here is your glacial symphony, your apparitional opus and evolution..."

The enormity of your words are beyond palpable. I am moved to the beat of your different drum, and find myself in awe once again to be reading what my eyes breathlessly behold. What a gift!

[Perdition]

Awww...Hello there dear friend. Been a minute huh? Thank you for always rushing in and pouring fresh smiles over these eyes. As always!

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. Colorful. Loved it

[Perdition]

Appreciate it~