Her love was evergreen, well, that’s what I thought. Upon her autumn love which fell from great heights, she hibernated. I never saw her again... until summer on a beach, I spotted her lying bare. I wondered who she would drop this autumn season... in her golds and browns, she was so seasonal.
This sounds like a lady who has a new lover with each season and whether he knew it or not he’d be dropped before Halloween lol I liked this write and the comparison of it to the seasons and their change
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you Poetic beauty. Yes a new lover indeed for the new seasons.
You 're turning nature into a live person... both living creatures, a tree and a person...and a nice metaphor, perhaps your muse... hibernates in winter, but so do we, in a way....and then when autumn appears we flock to the hills and fields to see the array of golden colors...fall from the trees...Nice!
Warmly, B
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..