It had been the perfect spring morning, full of rose-colored light, the air as soft as petals after winter’s sluggish over-extended passing. The apple trees in the garden were thick with white blossoms. The young cherry trees full of dark purplish buds, nearly ready to unfurl. Soon the locust, the linden, the lilacs and chestnuts…Read more 5 Years of Spring
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Sunbathed
The summer sun bathes all in a golden glow, a glow of burnished bronze before scorching. A little Icarus stands before me, sobbing over a red popsicle melting at his feet, feathers once floating in midair— for a moment all things were possible— now white down sticks to puddles of liquid wax. If you've read my…Read more Sunbathed
Flower & Fruit
The sugary scent of the plump fruit caramelizing in the summer heat was so delicious. The warm air was like syrup. Even the wind gave long slow sighs, relishing its lazy caresses on the soft flesh among the leaves (blushing :-)). The birds flitted around so carefree, plump and content, they happily savored the pick…Read more Flower & Fruit
A Sea of Roses
A sea of roses in high summer, heavy, heady, pink perfumed, dew-dropped wreaths of soft waves never ending. They nod and smile, I Love Forever and Always, They say, scenting certainty with desire, Promising endlessly, endlessly more than today. Text and images by M.P. Baecker © 2017
