That Loneliness
by HANKarcher
I carry it
like a bag full of oranges
stopping to savor the secret
familiar weight of each citrus stone
at every repose
before every new spring
in this orchard.
I carry it
like a bag full of oranges
stopping to savor the secret
familiar weight of each citrus stone
at every repose
before every new spring
in this orchard.
Somehow this reminds me of Peter Paul and Mary’s “Lemon tree.” Nice short lines. 🙂
Hank, lovely images both words and photography. I really like this.
“citrus stone”
good stuff, playful.
Beautiful lines, love it!