Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
frost chasingthe roots run to hibernatewinter house of soil
Already! How quickly pass the days!
Whenever I see a birch, I want to peel off the entire bark. What does that say about me?! Each of these three lines offer up so much. I'm drunk on your word choices. How excellent.
Haha, just reading this made me feel all slurred and slow. :)
Likewise I am yawning that I might sleep through the coming nude season.
Oh that is lovely. I am loving the 'yawning for Winter'. Beautiful Haiku; you.
Atrisa, beautiful words. More than a few of us feel like the roots.Karen, yes, it was very much a November forest last weekend in the mountains.Jasmin, but it's right there for the peeling, right?? How can one resist? :) Thank you!Oddyoddyo13, very cool! I like walking around with the camera and just snapping up what I find there.Walking Man, that sounds perfect.SarahA, thanks! I like how poetry is a push to communicate in new and interesting ways.
Oh, so lovely.I have missed this place.~bru
i love the interesting sight this photo offers.and yes, normally, literally and otherwise, there is winter.
... while over on this side of the planet...humid heat risesblue sky grows dark and heavysummer storms brew
Oh I love/miss walking thru woods like these at just this time of yr, listening to the trees creaking/murmuring in the Nov winds.Lovely!
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