So resonant a piece . I was just yesterday watching the dogwoods in full blossom here in the chilly NE of USA along a street adjacent to
the harbor . I was standing at her fullness and wondering at recalling over this past winter what she looked like when in fullness of bloom. The gift of age, at this tender 69 is all this reverie of contrasts that I’m offering to thy self in an almost caricature fashion of feeling into the caldron of a sensoric life and all that’s waiting for me Still on the horizon. Go figure ! A dogwood and David’s poetry on the sensoric path of life. Such a timeless historic piece for wandering through the delicate and tender recalling from our insides.
Oh I adore this poem.Your memories so alive and vivid.
Cheers to your mother and others st the table and your fine honouring of them together with the Elder. I can see that fine liquid golden in the bottle and so well described by you, on the tongue.
So resonant a piece . I was just yesterday watching the dogwoods in full blossom here in the chilly NE of USA along a street adjacent to
the harbor . I was standing at her fullness and wondering at recalling over this past winter what she looked like when in fullness of bloom. The gift of age, at this tender 69 is all this reverie of contrasts that I’m offering to thy self in an almost caricature fashion of feeling into the caldron of a sensoric life and all that’s waiting for me Still on the horizon. Go figure ! A dogwood and David’s poetry on the sensoric path of life. Such a timeless historic piece for wandering through the delicate and tender recalling from our insides.
Oh I adore this poem.Your memories so alive and vivid.
Cheers to your mother and others st the table and your fine honouring of them together with the Elder. I can see that fine liquid golden in the bottle and so well described by you, on the tongue.