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.
Posted by at 2:57 pm
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16 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.

6:20 pm
Rosie said...

love

9:35 pm
Anonymous said...

Yes, as Plutarch said.

10:23 pm
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.

12:29 am
herhimnbryn said...

Yes Lucy, yes.

1:07 am
Zhoen said...

(o)

2:48 am
Jean said...

0 oh (o)

very beautiful

3:01 pm
leslee said...

Lovely, photo and poem both.

4:50 pm
vicki johnson said...

beautiful image
sad, true words.

6:34 pm
Anonymous said...

A fine pairing of words and image, Lucy.

11:47 pm
meggie said...

I know this.

11:11 am
Avus said...

A perfect match - poem and picture

9:55 pm
HLiza said...

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

8:13 am
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.)

2:57 pm
Lucas said...

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

11:33 pm
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..

3:48 pm

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