Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Seasons turning

It's subtle, but unmistakable. In my world of silence, I see so much more. I hold my breath, and I listen while the world rushes by on currents of haste and speed.

Who listens? Who notices?

The seasons are turning again. The cycle of newness amidst the decay of the old. There is a hint of autumn in the air. It is laced with the smell of crisp leaves turning lighter, turning yellow.


Judy B said...

Unlike "normal" people I find that spring is the time of year I'm most likely to get into a depression. Hope you are well.

butterflies said...

What a lovely post Polar.You write so well.Thanks.

Judy B said...

...meant to say also (like butterflies) your writing is beautiful.

James said...

I love the way you write, you are so expressive and paint a vivid picture of what you are feeling.

Autumn is one of my favorite seasons but I also dread it because then winter is right behind it.

I wish It would go: spring, summer, autumn and then back to spring, etc.


lostgirl said...


Sorry I have not been here much recently. I love the way you write too. I love the muted colours of autumn too and the fact you can still get sunny days. Its Spring here in England, freezing cold and grey. Not much help to the depressed. Take care PB. I wish you well often in my thoughts even if I cannot write.

all the best
lostgirl x

Sid said...

I listen, I notice. Mother Nature is putting up a fight here, Spring weather one day, a blizzard the next.

{{{{Polar}}}} I've missed you. Sorry I haven't been coming around much.