Posts tagged spring
so begins the final lurch of this stumbled spring.
coward’s spring, i’ve taken to calling it. five years ago i bathed my corner in yellow, but only now does the irony clang. the color no one knows whether to laud or malign. once the upturned belly of the defeated, once a lion’s wind-snarled ruff. and i both, neither, wayward ram. careening into walls just to revel in the breach. floundering amidst rubble in the face of truths trammeled by self-preservation’s brick and mortar. head swung low to charge. hung low to ache. blindered, either way.
Mr. Fastidious waves goodbye to wind and rain.🐱🐾🌿🌸☀ (at The Yellow Corner)
“Painting Palettes, no. 2”, Oil on canvas on panel, 2012 16”X12”
Diana with a Hunting Dog
The Derby Porcelain Factory, 1755-1760
The Victoria & Albert Museum
It’s blustery, the light flitting through and between cloud convoys, first glaring, now muted, now variegated. Vaughan Williams’ “Five Variants of Dives and Lazarus” plays on Classical KDFC. All’s well. We’re all alive, whether we feel it not or embrace it as our closest companion.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
Pablo Neruda (via cordisre)
“Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.”
(via lonelyvagabond)
This applies to no one specific in my life. I simply like the taste of the phrase.
“look here,” she said.
