SOLC 2019 Day 8: In the Pale, Stale Snow…

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March 2019 SOLC–Day 8
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One afternoon recently,  bundled up in down, I took a late afternoon walk. My eye was caught by the weedy stems poking through the pale, stale snow. Though the fragile petals had long ago faded and dispersed, the architecture of the blossoms remained behind.  In some spots these stalks are plentiful, like a winter garden–monochromatic, but beautiful in their spare lines. Singly or in smaller clusters, they are stark and simple, yet captivating. I find myself drawn to them, these vestiges of spring and summer, so valiant and resilient. They are merely echoes of their former vibrant selves, yet somehow they are triumphant. 

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These days everything feels like a metaphor for aging.

 

20 thoughts on “SOLC 2019 Day 8: In the Pale, Stale Snow…

  1. amyilene says:

    The combination of your words and the images is captivating. Thank you

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  2. Christine says:

    Come March it’s hard for me to find beauty in snow – but it sure sounds like you found some! Enjoy the descriptions in this simple find.

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  3. kelseycorter says:

    You have a gift with words. Every single line in this played like music. Thank you for sharing the beauty you’ve found in winter! Just what we need in these awaiting-spring weeks.

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  4. ureadiread says:

    The beauty changes from its first blush, but now it celebrates resilience, strength, even patience. Different, but beautiful nonetheless. Thank you for noticing the beauty often overlooked.

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  5. Such vivid description: the architecture of the branches remained behind. I look in the mirror and see my mother’s architecture there. I love this. Thank you.

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  6. I instantly thought of Rossetti’s “In the bleak midwinter,” Molly. Such beauty remains if only one takes a moment to look more closely through a writer or artist’s eye, as you always do. — Christie

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    • mbhmaine says:

      Thanks, Christie! Taking pictures definitely helps me find that beauty. I loved your post today and now you have me eager to visit vernal pools and “hunt” for frogs! What fun you must have with your Kinders!!

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  7. I love the beauty in the “architecture” of what is left behind-trees without their leaves, flower stalks without their petals, etc. I ponder on those things frequently as I drive home from work among fields and woods. Thank you for sharing your lovely words and pictures!

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  8. kd0602 says:

    metaphors for aging…a consequence of our maturity I guess! Love your words and photos! That first photo is stunning!

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  9. Taking those photos and then being reflective is a mentor I’ll carry along with me. Everything does seem like a metaphor for aging these days.

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  10. Amanda Potts says:

    This prose poem is stunning. I didn’t get to comment the other day, but I didn’t want to miss it, either, so here I am. So many wonderful lines packed into this slice – “the architecture of the blossoms” and “vestiges of spring and summer, so valiant and resilient.” Metaphors for aging, filled with beauty.

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    • mbhmaine says:

      Thanks, Amanda. I really appreciate your coming back to comment. That takes a lot of effort this month! I’ve got a backlog of blogs I still want to read. I don’t think my Inbox will ever recover 🙂

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