where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
February 7, 2016 § 16 Comments
of last year’s blossoms
hold a torch for spring
Tagged: berries, blossom, branch, fruit, hold a torch, landscape, memory, mist, mountains, spring
Beautiful words. love the photo too.
Drying and wrinkled, they’re still hanging on. I know something about that.
Me too! Love the colors!
I love seeing little apples hanging like this. It IS like a winter blossom and a bit of promise.
Nature has its way, my friend.
are they cherries?…
oh I haven’t seen those for so long…
[…] Source: Longing […]
perfect title, to round out the mixture of words and image–
What a lovely minimal palette and sense of perspective.
Very beautiful photo. 🙂
Love the wording for this beautiful photo!
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