Posted on March 22, 2014March 21, 2014 by Catherine ArcolioMemories while winter batters the white old house her curtains remember summer’s breeze Like this:Like Loading...
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So evocative of both Past and Present
I’m there in my scarf…..
How lovely 🙂
The one branch at the top of the frame, magic
short and beautiful!
One of my childhood delights was napping in my grandmother’s back bedroom, with the curtains stirring in the summer breeze. This evokes those memories, beautifully.
oh I love this!
Wow I like that one! Great poetry! Hugz Lisa and Bear
Wonderful stillness in words and photo.
Oh, I really like this one! The photos and verbal imagery are wonderful! Blessings, Natalie 🙂
Evocative! Love it!
Those “curtains” are such a perfect metaphor for summer!
I have really been enjoying your photos and poems. It puts a smile on my face every morning.
Lovely. So much is said with one picture and a short poem.
Super nice poem, I’m right there with the curtain remembering the summer breeze.
Hi. Poem is haunting, can almost see a twitch in curtain as someone looks outside. Jane
great memories and so beautiful
Beautiful!!!! I love your photos and your poetry make them heart felt beauty.
I hope their memory will be refreshed soon by the approaching spring!
I love the starkness of this image – the old white house – and the promise of summer that lies with the curtains.
Makes me sad
Once again I love your imagination. They say the eyes are the window to our souls. I like how you captured a pair of windows like eyes looking out. Beautiful!
I love this!
The poem and the picture truly touch me on many levels…
For some reason, this photo touches a cord in my heart…maybe it’s the lighting???