A short reflection on the early aromas of spring — in collaboration with Sabrina Y. Smith's creative site Seven Senses here on Substack.
Spring is when we learn to smell again. And to strain our old ears to hear high birdsong. And to look at every single thing. Ahhh, spring.
“season of mud giving” ☺️
If not a poem, your piece was quite poetic, and it sang to me, it stirred me. I felt it. Is feeling a sense? or is only touching a sense?
Whatever, thank you, Bryan.
Bryan, what an exquisite description of mud season! THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Susan
Very nice.
Very beautifully expressed! It reminds me of a conversation that I keep having with people about how our connection with earth has got buried in our subconscious.
Spring is when we learn to smell again. And to strain our old ears to hear high birdsong. And to look at every single thing. Ahhh, spring.
“season of mud giving” ☺️
If not a poem, your piece was quite poetic, and it sang to me, it stirred me. I felt it. Is feeling a sense? or is only touching a sense?
Whatever, thank you, Bryan.
Bryan, what an exquisite description of mud season! THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Susan
Very nice.
Very beautifully expressed! It reminds me of a conversation that I keep having with people about how our connection with earth has got buried in our subconscious.