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…


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