Summer Begins
Three Word Wednesday CXCII budge, nimble, theory
been feeling kind of dry lately. Here’s to summer and energy and creativity!
winter soul is
dark and dry
cracked and peeling
strips and scraps
hidden in a penumbra
of busyness
no amount of scraping
or searching
will budge the edges
hedged in ragged
bowed head in
a cold wind
wound around
choking smoking
theories clearly
sloughed off like so
much dead bark
dried leaves crumbled
breeze
soft morning air
heavy dew
summers breath
rains down and fills
crevasses and crannies
nooks and corners
step out into the
light of day
drink it in
nimble thoughts
race through pastures
glaciers gone
white to blue
green to new
draped in color
teeming streaming
abounding reach
out to pick lush
fruit
Maybe it’s just me, but the pace and rhythm seem to slow down in the second – the green – half. A luscious, gathering pace. I love how the pace breaks out of this (though I like the lines a lot):
a cold wind
wound around
choking smoking
theories clearly
sloughed off like so
much dead bark
I am not happy with it. There was something…and then…no. Dry spell, but I will try to write through it.
Of course you will. Rain or outdoors – or both – will help.
i like the format from winter cold and bare to summer blue and ripe fruit…