March 6, 2006

Between winter and hope

The Pentacostal people sing like bees these days. They don't turn their heads to spy their neighbor in the next pew. The lawn is a carpeted calico of last summer's baking scars. The conversation, now trapped to indoor activity, wanes, but still flows, unwillingly, from subject to subject, because old gray doilies still decorate the cold window panes. The glider in the back yard swings from time to time, like a grandmother rocking serenely, thinking of the glory days of light and green. She doesn't notice in her creaking reverie, that her jet dress is gray now, and the white stripes of her seat are soiled with sappy remains.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at March 6, 2006 9:57 AM | TrackBack
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That was a real treat to read, Amanda. What happened to the big snowstorm that was supposed to come by today? We're a bit early for spring, but I'd much rather contemplate its return than face the last gasps of winter.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at March 6, 2006 5:32 PM

Thanks, Dr. Jerz. This is one of my "let's depart from the norm" pieces I'm working on.

I agree that contemplating spring is a much better thought strand than focusing on winter's last slaps, that is, unless you want to write something that works with description. :-)

Posted by: Amanda at March 6, 2006 7:00 PM
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