trois couleurs: march

[ricepaper]

a tepid in-between season, swollen with snowmelt, made pale by sunlight and paler still by dusk. in a world of one color, gray trees stretch tediously toward gray sky

Comments

[avatraxiom]

Wonderful, as always. :-)

From time to time, I've thought, "I wonder if these were a book, if I could take reading so many of them in order." It's intense, and there's so much to each one. :-)

-Max

[ricepaper]

perhaps i can flatter myself by thinking that the "intensity" is what makes me write so rarely. :) but i think it is mostly your sensitive, careful reading that produces this effect. still, i am grateful, as always, for those qualities of yours and for your encouragement.

[avatraxiom]

You're welcome, and I'm glad you continue to write. :-)

I think you are right on both counts. :-) Without the intensity of your writing, what would there be for me to sensitively, carefully read? :-)

-Max

[flowerfalls]

"how the moon has belonged always to women. how it bleeds."

!!!

the landscape is so different out my window than what you describe so clearly, but it made me remember...

[ricepaper]

somehow i keep forgetting that this is not everyone's experience of "march"; indeed, it is perhaps no one's but mine. :) but i'm glad you found something to enjoy in it.