That bit of curved rope-end looks as if the rope is holding its breath, waiting for the next swinger to come and play. Goegeous photo, ripe with promise and the poem fits it nicely.
Now THAT is imagism, short and simple. :) I love how you make the coat of snow the protector and salvation of the swing, holding place until a summer bum arrives to plant itself at home.
nice...love me a swing under a green tree in the spring breeze...can't wait for summer now...nicely penned nicole
ReplyDeleteDefinitely sings of the imagism prompt--what a great photo and word-picture.
ReplyDeletesmiles...wonder if it feels lonely when all the kids are away...nice capture...summer is coming...
DeleteThat bit of curved rope-end looks as if the rope is holding its breath, waiting for the next swinger to come and play. Goegeous photo, ripe with promise and the poem fits it nicely.
ReplyDeletenice photo, and I have always loved that Elie Wiesel quote.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT is imagism, short and simple. :) I love how you make the coat of snow the protector and salvation of the swing, holding place until a summer bum arrives to plant itself at home.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Great photo, too!
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