winter pulls away
reluctantly
leaving streams
that burble
the promise
"i will return"
what the actual fuck America
1 day ago
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
"let the beauty we love be what we do" rumi
my bicycle blog
blogs i admire
-
-
NO MUD, NO LOTUS4 weeks ago
-
Hello darkness my old friend,2 months ago
-
Final3 months ago
-
-
Passion/Dispassion5 months ago
-
Cooking Back8 months ago
-
Spinoff the book of the year10 months ago
-
Reflections10 months ago
-
rescued from the middenheap11 months ago
-
An Important Anthology1 year ago
-
Tear of Hope1 year ago
-
-
Just a week3 years ago
-
Tuesday, September 115 years ago
-
-
Later Gator5 years ago
-
New Births on the Edge of Winter5 years ago
-
-
Quietly Tending7 years ago
-
No Turning Back7 years ago
-
-
I beg to differ7 years ago
-
While you fly.8 years ago
-
Mag 3128 years ago
-
repressed action8 years ago
-
Coastal Cleanup9 years ago
-
I've moved blog houses9 years ago
-
-
New Blog9 years ago
-
-
-
A Fond Farewell10 years ago
-
Ultimate Dumfries and Galloway10 years ago
-
potato time11 years ago
-
-
Raincheck in a drought12 years ago
-
washed stones: a new space to write12 years ago
-
To deliver oneself up to silence12 years ago
-
Book Ten, Page Twelve12 years ago
-
A bit of earth12 years ago
-
With our thanks12 years ago
-
Deeds not Words12 years ago
-
Moon in Telescope12 years ago
-
-
Time to Play!13 years ago
-
Melody Gardot - I love this voice....13 years ago
-
A Full Year of Rumi Readings13 years ago
blog archive
-
▼
2010
(365)
-
▼
March
(31)
- winter pulls away
- the eternal dreamer
- the grace
- a factory window at night
- the bottled glow
- frost halo
- little wonders
- getting my feet wet
- a chance
- an early spring snow
- spring in my step
- deliquescence (ii)
- drawing the line
- stones singing
- late winter wind
- lisa o piu
- river life
- margaret
- time to return to water
- a night abroad
- the quiet waiting
- the six bells of spring
- the far fields
- winter solitude
- frost feathers
- i think, i dreamed
- soft like the moon
- gaze in thine own heart
- sweet space
- looking at blackbirds
- late winter
-
▼
March
(31)
8 comments:
I am curious to see what comes of your Spring and Summer.
Oh, the fond memories of how your true Autumn soothed my tired and achy soul in our long hot summer.
And here in Wales, the snow has returned in flurries of sleet!
hi jenny stevning, this weekend should see spring thoroughly emerge. the weather is on the good side of zero and has been for a while now. evenings are cold but there's enough sun and warmth that the ground can release it's tender green shoots and let them see and be seen!! steven
hello caroline - that will happene here. perhaps. some small snows have fallen through march but april looks to be a warm month. however . . . . steven
As we march into autumn here in Australia in anticipation of winter, the cold will return to us, before you feel it again, but your snow seems so slow to leave and ours never comes.
Spring has sprung for real here! Pollen turning the air yellow, me feeling guilty for all the trees which die so I can grab a tissue to breathe. :)
So I'm going to go out and plant something worthy this weekend...although I did get distracted by your new site. Nice!
I was reluctant to see it go.
Your winter is so foreign to me. Imagine ice thawing to bring forth burbling brooks.
Post a Comment