What gorgeous - even on a laptop screen, barely shaded from the sun by the white cotton curtains at my southern-exposed window -photography. ...Any sadness is a great love of life....I'll hope to remember that the next time, despairing, I catch the first yellow flowering of the goldenrod in August, the first even rogue cluster of yellow leaves on aspens as I drive out of Banff National Park in September...and has anyone mentioned the yellow of canola fields in full bloom August to October? But of course, as your poem insinuates, outside the frame of every failing bloom is a slab of asphalt and oil stains.
And always, the hungry rabbit😊 !
The yard is never without one!
I love this one so much. Thanks, Laurie.
"What was that at the centre of the turtle’s back? Was it damage? Was it cargo?"
"Any sadness is a great love of life, that this chlorophylled world cannot remain forever."
So rich with love and seeing.
So glad to have you as a reader, Ronna.
What gorgeous - even on a laptop screen, barely shaded from the sun by the white cotton curtains at my southern-exposed window -photography. ...Any sadness is a great love of life....I'll hope to remember that the next time, despairing, I catch the first yellow flowering of the goldenrod in August, the first even rogue cluster of yellow leaves on aspens as I drive out of Banff National Park in September...and has anyone mentioned the yellow of canola fields in full bloom August to October? But of course, as your poem insinuates, outside the frame of every failing bloom is a slab of asphalt and oil stains.
Hear, hear: we install our own industrial versions of decline around that green-into-yellow. So glad to have you reading and responding, Myrna.