Danny James

Tag: season

241: The smallest victory

Flies nine on my ceiling this evening, having entered my chamber with the curious warmth present Northern tides have given. All resting after another day of fussing about getting really nowhere, and they’re not even supposed to be alive at this time but here they all are: escapees of a usuality, entered by a hidden trapdoor in the seasons, a hole or a screen between realms left open. And how fine it is that they can sleep so peaceably at all, with as brief and miraculous, and unwelcome an existence as they live.

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Your faults, in seeming and actuality like rivers can surge and subside at a breeze. Trust not what first reflects on the surface will resemble a later form, or imply its final force. Temper the impression by warmer seasons of thought, as can pressing winds goad the climate and patterns of water. Choose to see balm, and so happen that Nature. Or exhaust your Winter conclusions and accustom to the frozen form of your shimmering follies, apathy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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No Spring will come to whom does not bring it along, nor sleep, whom does not dream.

81: Greetings again, September

The air is a blanket woven with gleeful murmurings and Spring light, as all of Nature’s children have awoken from Wintertide dreams, and climbing from their buds are rehearsing their powers, until a doting sun would lift them up.

71: Watching Winter

This old bench has braved the changes, and, perhaps for its lonely place has long enchanted me to sit and share in its story, or receptivity learn. Under strained Apollo’s grace, reacquainting myself with a Winter scene when playful Aurae dance upon the atmosphere with jovial abandon, weaving and brushing glassy chimes whose tickled laughter is symphony of children’s revelry. The arterial bough that splits the sky has long ago cast off her lush ribbons and contented seeming with her nakedness displayed, owns a most essential refinement that nature consents yet ever struggles humanity against. We too, in due season must, without arrogance our gifts receive, and surrender them without strife.