Clockwise from the top left: summer, winter, spring, autumn (click image for larger version). Artwork for poetry contretemps 2: sam’s tale and here is a teaser:
She told me that the afternoon had fallen
on the morning, and pressed it through the night,
that the witching seasons would begin,
that one should never trust a dream…
I really like the seasons and the words.
Thank you, I wanted the seasons to be kind of witchy and strange without necessarily being dark and sinister. The words just come out however they like. 😃
I never trust anything BUT a dream – it’s a phenomenon with the lid off.
A good way to be. I trust dreams and everything and everyone else as well. This means I don’t have to work out which is which, but it does lead to continuous disappointment.