One can’t force seasons to materialize, but in the meantime, one can lean on poetry, and dare to don pink hair, if only to bring Spring closer in spirit if not in reality. Imagine, with a feisty me, and the genius of Miss Emily Dickinson, that perhaps, this March will dissolve quickly into April. Soon.
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay –
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
What to do when you buy new Spring kicks before the snow melts? Find a raised porch or dry patch and stand in the sunshine. Just love my black & gold LOYOLA6’s from Tretorn and my super comfy gunmetal Sunset Strip’s from SeaVees and these sassy sandals from Schutz Big big flashy fun.
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As always, photos by my dear Mj, who is always a playful companion to my antics
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emily dickinson and a pink wig…fantástiche
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Betwixt and between seasons always makes me restless. Neither fully here nor quite there yet. I guess you might just call it my own March madness. Nothing a bit of poetry and pink can’t cure, again… Oh do read on my dears!