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| From My Garden Clivia (Indigenous to South Africa) |
For everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose...
Change is in the air, fellow toads! I am never so keenly aware of seasonal changes as at the time of Equinox, or when I am with my daughters and my father, in whose faces the change of years is most palpably felt.
Poets, of course, have tried to pin to the page the essence of time, its impact on the psyche and on experience for thousands of years. I think of times when human life was more clearly bound to the cycles of the year, and its passage was marked with ritual, whereas now it seems to herald a new wardrobe... ritual enough for the modern age. Yet we still feel the rising sap in springtime and the tucking-in of the Fall.
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Hey Kerry--that is a very sweet post. I will probably put my 55 here, since I was so late to that posting.
ReplyDeleteSeasons are changing here too of course. I am in NYC --but it was just sweltering Saturday--today better. k.
good morning, Toads! whoosh, it does eel like fall now.
ReplyDeletesharing my 55 too. late, late.
best wonderful week to everyone!
*feel. not eel. do eels fall? hmmm.
ReplyDeleteI agree.. this time is a time of the year when change is at its most rapid. Here in Sweden it changes fast, and we loose daylight every day.. soon it will be dark when I get home.. and then come all the rest of the changes.
ReplyDeleteToday I share something from a little side-project I have on twitter.. every day a new word, and on Sunday I put them all out as a wordle..
I use a spring picture in this poem. I like yours. uch a beautiful time of year, spring!
ReplyDeletebeautiful pictures... you make me wonder what change would feel on a childs face... Have a happy week!!
ReplyDeleteFriends, I regret to say I have been able to read only a few poems this evening but I will return tomorrow to complete my rounds.
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