Tag Archives: Sense of the Seasons

The turtle carries autumn on its back (or shell?)

Tracking the fog on an early morning walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.

On the “dainty weee blue flowers” that serve as “gentle messengers of spring”

“Forget not to blossom always when the springtime comes.”

“For see, as summer wanes, what beauty lies- / What consolation, too, within their sun-filled eyes.”

“And each broken reed of song / Grows into a flute.”