Hello again, dear Wordsmiths. Here we are in a time of transition once more.
In Australia we are in the first month of Spring, with that lovely feeling of renewal as the weather warms up and flowers burst out all over. Let me share with you the delight of the first rose in my street! (The neighbours are used to me by now, happily snapping all their best blooms on my trusty iPhone.)
For most of our P&SU community, living in the Northern Hemisphere, you’ll be entering Autumn. Or Fall, but we don’t call it that here – not only because we tend to follow English usage, but also because the majority of our trees are evergreens whose leaves don’t fall. (I know many people love the distinct demarcation of the seasons. While I agree that Autumn colours en masse are very beautiful, I don’t envy you the stark, bare branches of Winter.)
Either way, it’s a time to take stock: to think about what we’ll let go of along with the season just departed, and what we’ll seek to harvest (if we’re entering Autumn) or what new seeds we’ll plant in our lives (if we’re at the beginning of Spring).
Meanwhile let’s share our writings on these or any matters, in poetry or prose, old or new. (Please keep prose to 369 words max.) Link us up to you in Mister Linky below, leave a link to us too in your post if you’d be so kind, and enjoy each other’s inspired and varied words!
Thinking ahead: Next Wednesday, Magaly will ask us to write poetry or prose
which includes one (or all 3) of the
following phrases: 1. “Happy and strange words are my home.” 2. “I see you.” 3.
“Reason is music to a jaded heart.”
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I just heard from our friend Old Egg's daughter that he is OK. He has had computer issues which are now resolved, however is in a writer's block at present. Hopefully we'll be reading him again soon!
Repeating this here, as some of you read the post above before I added it; hoping to catch you all:
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I just heard from our friend Old Egg's daughter that he is OK. He has had computer issues which are now resolved, however is in a writer's block at present. Hopefully we'll be reading him again soon!
Oh that is good news ! Please give him my regards
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Greetings Rosemary and All,
ReplyDeleteEarly Sunday morning greetings from the UK. I trust this finds you all well. As you say, here the kids area all back at school and the Autumn (Fall) is now upon us – as the great man himself said: “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ Always the most inspiring time of the year to write I always think… Here is my latest offering only just published this week – hope you like it. I’m expecting lots of good things to read myself later. It’s good to be back here again, especially with the feeling that the worst might just be beginning to be behind us now, in terms of the pandemic, at least….
Thanks, Scott. Good to have you back!
DeleteMorning poets and storytellers, and thank you Rosemary for the update on Robin. It's good to hear he is OK. Wishing you all a joyful spring or autumn season, wherever you are!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Khaya. Spring is trying to happen here, in fits and starts.
DeleteHi Rosemary,
ReplyDeleteI just wrote about garlic and thought it a perfect fit for this prompt. Thanks, and your rose looks like the blooms on my shrub rose which is entering its final stage of glory.
Intriguing. I'll be over to have a look after breakfast.
DeleteGood day, Poets!
ReplyDeleteHere on the equator, there are only two 'seasons'. Hot and Rainy. 😄
I've always enjoyed as much heat as possible but rain and snow always get me crazy
DeleteHot is fine by me. Rainy – well, I console myself that it's necessary. However we don't experience monsoons where I am, which must be what you're describing.
DeleteIt's good to see that Old Egg is doing well.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed!
DeleteI've always thought of autumn as spring in boots. I'm so ready for it.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm so very happy that Robin is well.
Autumn is actually my favourite season. But Spring is good too.
DeleteGreetings everyone!!! I found a poem from 2014 that fits the feel of a season changing. Cheers and have a great week.
ReplyDeleteSame to you, dear Helen.
DeleteLate outta d’gate Rosemary — but wanted tp share a fanboy piece I wrote. 🙂 Glad to hear Robin is OK… 👍🏼
ReplyDeleteWe go on day after day and we never know which is the last, but a busy mind has no time to dwell snd worry! But when my health robs me of my creative energies, my writing or my art, life gets dark and heavy, hard to lift. A feeling abides like I will never restart — so, like I write in my recent piece, “Moment Man” — stopping is no option.
DeleteI was glad to hear news of Robin.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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