Venerated CloudsEllis leapt from one decorative stone to the next in the backyard path, avoiding grass, peas dribbling from the cast-iron pan in his hands. The pan clanged against the stone at the base of the statue. He touched his head to the ground three times, bunching his muscles to sprint to the house."Don't go.""What? You talk.""One sleeps and the years pass." Decaying leaves draped over the statue's head. Her blue lips moved. "You are nearly grown.""Nana?"She laughed. "One name for me. Better, perhaps great-great-great-nana.""Is it true?""Is what true, child?""Am I cloud kin?"
Aidan! So nice to see you here again!!!This is beautiful.
summerlush vines possessively lay claim.a jealous loverfall desire wanes.a fickle loverwinterpassion diesa lamented loverspringardor begins anewa fledgling lover
Deb, I like the resonance of the patterns through your seasons.
Wow! Deb and Aidan! You both rock - and did some great writing, too!
Thanks RJ. I love that photo!!