Trees tremble
in winter’s clutch,
hardening soil
hardens hearts,
frost will follow
till spring’s breath
beckons icicles
to gently weep.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Inspired by a twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver
SEASONS TURNING
Paula Antonello Moore
Has winter already arrived for you? I am not anxious for it here in Canada because once it hits, it lingers far too long. Stay warm 😉
deuxiemepeau
It’s on the corner, waiting to catch us. Ireland had its own hurricane last week, they braced for doomsday and stocked up on beer and tea! Hope you are well my dear
Paula Antonello Moore
Well, thankfully the hurricane did not reach you. I’m well. Still slogging away at novel edits. Next manuscript evaluation in two weeks. Yikes! Fingers crossed this mess will eventually turn into an actual book. Cheers my friend!
deuxiemepeau
Fingers crossed for you too!
Jane Dougherty
I like this one, Damien. Uncharacteristically lyrical. You do this well.
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Jane, it is uncharacteristic, I’m testing different shoes. Hope you are settling in well at home.
Jane Dougherty
They fit well, your new shoes. The weather has been very kind so far. It’s hot today, all the windows are open and the cats are chasing lizards…round the bedroom…
deuxiemepeau
Did you move to a zoo? Sounds inspiring and hilarious and a little dangerous too!
Jane Dougherty
The cats were thrilled to begin with and caught mice in the barn and the lizards that drop inside every time we open a window. But they’ve got bored with that now and it’s actually quite rare that they can be arsed to chase them. They usually just sit and intimidate them.