‘ Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation,’ Sinclair Lewis
The snow arrived this morning. The nights are bright again and the air clean and pale blue.
(Posted 5th May 2010 – written 4th December 2009)
(Based on Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn)
immediacy
in life, in art and in love
purpose in passion
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pearl earrings and satin
leather gloves and love letters
cris
(Indoor Haikus)
shells in a glass jar
picture of girls on a beach
remember the sea.
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a large conger shell
salt on your lips, wind-blown hair
memories that last.
Well I can’t just tempt you with the blueberry crumble as blueberries are out of season now and a whole year away. So what about a fabulous chestnut cake without flour…