She wears many colors also. The color depends on her mood or the time of day. But most of all, I love her evening dress of black velvet with a sprinkle of stardust and magic~~~ Beautiful as always William...
Beautiful, William! Makes me think of Lowell's exquisite line: "Autumn is my favorite season; why does she change clothes and withdraw?" (I may be slightly off on that one. No time to look it up!) But yours isn't so decorative—more essential.
Joe, I appreciate that. Essential? Perhaps, but let it also be like a flower in her hair, loosened and just about to fall.
As always, I’m amazed at the countless poems you must carry around inside your head. Or is that where poems reside? I have some neat old Lowell volumes; time for me to browse them once again.....
Thank you, Rahina. True, it can’t be ignored, or at least it shouldn’t; also that you like it. And one other thing: the possibility that “she” is not the sky at all.
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she's gorgeous.
other worldly.
xo
erin
She wears many colors also. The color depends on her mood or the time of day. But most of all, I love her evening dress of black velvet with a sprinkle of stardust and magic~~~
Beautiful as always William...
Near, and deliciously out of reach. Thank you, Erin. Thank you, Jan.
Beautiful, William! Makes me think of Lowell's exquisite line: "Autumn is my favorite season; why does she change clothes and withdraw?" (I may be slightly off on that one. No time to look it up!) But yours isn't so decorative—more essential.
Joe, I appreciate that. Essential? Perhaps, but let it also be like a flower in her hair, loosened and just about to fall.
As always, I’m amazed at the countless poems you must carry around inside your head. Or is that where poems reside? I have some neat old Lowell volumes; time for me to browse them once again.....
beautiful and touching and essential in otherways... i also like that the sky is feminine.. that can not be ignored
Thank you, Rahina. True, it can’t be ignored, or at least it shouldn’t; also that you like it. And one other thing: the possibility that “she” is not the sky at all.
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