I part the blinds and look out the window to greet him, but he is gone. The branches are silent, the lichen still as stone. Deep-green ivy suckers its tiny feet up the trunk and the camellia neighbours swell their buds without a care. He is gone and, in a shattering moment, winter grasps me. A bodily tug inward to the depths of life, when all is stripped away and the truth of this world is laid bare.
So evocative and I can feel that lonesome, solitude but also the togetherness with you. What a perfectly described moment. Also the cider soaked rug. What an image! It is like that under my apple tree too so I will remember your description of it. X
Thank you so much for the link to this, Lynne. It's so beautiful. So wistful, mournful. And I love how you effortlessly connect what you're witnessing in nature to the echoes of your own life. Please keep doing your nature writing!
So evocative and I can feel that lonesome, solitude but also the togetherness with you. What a perfectly described moment. Also the cider soaked rug. What an image! It is like that under my apple tree too so I will remember your description of it. X
Thank you so much for the link to this, Lynne. It's so beautiful. So wistful, mournful. And I love how you effortlessly connect what you're witnessing in nature to the echoes of your own life. Please keep doing your nature writing!