Savannah in January
Yearning for spring, I imagine
Spanish moss as white blossoms
bringing scent and warmth nearer.
I count bright green leaves
but find their waxy shade
impossible to bear in cold.
Lines from En Plein Air by Marianne Szlyk [forthcoming from PonyOneDog Press]
and video by Will Peebles, Savannah Morning News
Yearning for spring, I imagine
Spanish moss as white blossoms
bringing scent and warmth nearer.
I count bright green leaves
but find their waxy shade
impossible to bear in cold.
Lines from En Plein Air by Marianne Szlyk [forthcoming from PonyOneDog Press]
and video by Will Peebles, Savannah Morning News