MendedFences27

How The Town Grows

How The Town Grows



Winter

 

Like an infant babe

the town’s wrapped in a blanket

and all goes quiet. 



Springtime

 

Like a sleeping youth

the town springs to its feet

and welcomes the Sun.



Summer

 

Like a tanned woman 

the town lies in Summer’s rays

and reveals itself.



Autumn

 

Like an older man

the town clings to history

and forgets today.

Comments5

  • Doggerel Dave

    That, for me, is when those short forms make most sense - as a chain. Maybe there is something wrong with my visualising capacity, but I can't hold a single image in my mind - always movement. So many thanks MF

  • Goldfinch60

    Good seasons in all your words.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write MF.

  • dusk arising

    Super analogies.

    One for my favourites. Thank you

    • MendedFences27

      Thank you DA. For your comments and the FAV.

    • Neville

      simply splendid .. well not simply .. I know these aint easy .. but these, or it .. depending on the way ya look at the page, most surely are ...

      ...Respect my friend 🙂

      • MendedFences27

        Thank you Neville. Yes indeed, they are difficult. sometimes though they are pathway to unblocking inspiration.



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