these limbs embrace
each season’s passage
cradling the transient now
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
these limbs embrace
each season’s passage
cradling the transient now
Mysteriously compelling image! Enriched by the words, especially the last line, which contrasts so
. . . aptly with the title, and changes the prospect of being “embraced” by those bony old limbs from scary to hopeful.
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