beautiful.

Hi Peter. Glad you are on the mend. Your last verse is so beautifully mysterioso. Wonderful language. Best to you.

The imagery is beautiful and gives a true sense of a new season yet time passing. Feels like hope and a healing will occur. smh

Exquisite, and I hear echoes of Yeats that I love... not swans though, "ducks". I like the "tingle tangled" and I wanted to read "locks there... where are the "rocks"...a lovely ovetone I think. The freshness of color and perspective "after illness" is captured here... as well as the past and present hovering and mixing in lush natural overgrowth.