Wednesday, September 10, 2008

September


Just wait.
Dry- and dreariness resolve,
the weight shifts (not lifts...)
Ennui turns from boredom
into clear-eyed grief, now
to be understood, simply
as love.

17 comments:

Unknown said...

Spot on. Not a word wasted. A whole world captured. Photograph and though perfect complements. This sort of pun works at many levels, reaches into new territory.

robinstarfish said...

Yes.

Rosie said...

love

Anonymous said...

Yes, as Plutarch said.

Pam said...

Lovely.

I once forgot to plant autumn crocuses and one of them flowered away inside the poly bag that I bought them in.

herhimnbryn said...

Yes Lucy, yes.

Zhoen said...

(o)

Jean said...

0 oh (o)

very beautiful

leslee said...

Lovely, photo and poem both.

vicki johnson said...

beautiful image
sad, true words.

Anonymous said...

A fine pairing of words and image, Lucy.

meggie said...

I know this.

Avus said...

A perfect match - poem and picture

HLiza said...

They give me a serene feeling..both picture and poem.

Lucy said...

Thanks all. I'm probably not as gloomy as this sounds; but it's interesting to note the universality of these seasonally affected moods...

( No hydrangeas were harmed in the making of the picture - it was already floating there.)

Lucas said...

That final comment makes for me the perfect photograph and words to go with it.

Gwen Buchanan said...

I am so taken with your blogs.. I have thoroughly enjoyed my wanderings through them.. congratulations on such wonderful incite and photographs.. The care you take and explore is clearly evident... Thank you..