Ooooh, I like the action here, the oenomatipeaia (sp???) You know, the sound words. The snapping of ice. The CLATTER of birds! Not only can I see what's going on. I can hear it.
You feel as I do, about winters up here, and it's good to know that someone else not only feels the same way about this prolonged tease of warm, humid days mixed with cold, biting days as I, but can articulate his feelings so beautifully. Thank you. Spring is really coming, Joseph...eventually.
I feel like winter leaves a dent in all of us. :)
Ooooh, I like the action here, the oenomatipeaia (sp???) You know, the sound words. The snapping of ice. The CLATTER of birds! Not only can I see what's going on. I can hear it.
This has a lovely rhythm to it and beautiful imagery.
You feel as I do, about winters up here, and it's good to know that someone else not only feels the same way about this prolonged tease of warm, humid days mixed with cold, biting days as I, but can articulate his feelings so beautifully. Thank you. Spring is really coming, Joseph...eventually.
This is very fine. Nicely done.
“how the heart chafes against it” lovely.
"something of the morning remains"
My breath stopped when I came to this line. So incredibly powerful.
Spring and fall always seem to be the shortest seasons.
Wow -- that last stanza especially.
That’s wonderful Joseph, thanks for sharing. 👏