Frosted June – #1

She remembered the times

She remembered the places

Images, muted but sharp

Some trapped in never more

Others, perhaps once more

Ripples of seasons

Spreading out, fading

Stirred anew by other stones

Same as it never was

She drinks from cracked glasses

Smudged by the faded lips of others

Tasting the wine, savoring

Then she wipes her chin

And begins again, knowing

That Spring would bring

Another song to sing

But until then

She remembered


Note: Claudette recently posted a collection of stunning photos, leading me to comment that each shot in the series would be a great intro for a blog piece. She gently challenged me to make of it what I could. This is the first effort…


27 replies »

  1. I read #2, and had to start at the beginning.

    You, my dear, have depths that you should share more often!

    Don’t get me wrong (sing it Chrissy), I adore your wit! It’s always fun to banter with all the words, but you know how to bring the feels too! Let that light shine🤩🤗🥰🌠

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    • Thank you!

      I really enjoy all kinds of writing, and I’m constantly experimenting with different ways to say different things. (If you go back far enough in the Bonnywood archives, you’ll find many different styles and genres. (Here’s one that you might enjoy: .) My first love is humor, though, especially when I can slip a serious message or two into the giggles, so I typically head down that path when I start a new story. But you’re right, I need to branch out more. I’ll see what I can do…

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