the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
Open Space
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the days expand
mid-mornings linger
the feeling grows
that there is time enough
Yes!
Your trees, not yet all leafed out, look like ours here at 7000 feet up, where this year the change of season is greatly delayed. The days are long but the temperatures still in the low 40s at night. Most unusual…
Hmmmm 💚
colorado springs
open space was once plenty
not any more though
☹️ we need our open spaces!
I agree.
I tell people we’re moving out of the city in pursuit of insulation not isolation.
They laugh when I tell them “before you know it, they’ll be building apartments in Garden of the Gods” — and sure, that’s probably not likely; but they fail to see the point that I’m making.
Sorry to complain — all that wouldn’t fit in my Haiku. Your image, though, reminds of the times when I liked living here because of the spaces tucked away where one could pretend he wasn’t in an urban vice.
I couldn’t agree more. Whenever possible avoid the ‘urban vice’!
Love those spring greens! 💚
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