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:

Plutarch 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.

Robin Starfish said...

Yes.

Rosie said...

love

marja-leena said...

Yes, as Plutarch said.

Isabelle 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.

Zephyr said...

beautiful image
sad, true words.

Dick 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..