WINDOW FRAMED

This is very lovely. One of the best of your recent poems

Cay Cay, I like this poem, the accumulation of sound bringing the memories as the steamed over window reverses to clarity. O, man, how often a bright glimpse of the past bubbles up through the ever-present mud. From the porch I smell the soup cooking. Bill Keen

Cool view - showing life and the seasons through a frame

This is great prose! I like your image of "yesterday Autumn"

The 4 seasons of the year connected to an awesome poetic way of describing each one so beautifully, is perfect. You are so clever at capturing, contrasting or uniting situations, feelings, people and much more. By the way, I felt each season! Love, hugs, Jennifer.

yep, "pane" fromg site 'to pain dear poet, such thuh reflections... in poetic writes exspecially ...'tiz thuh poignant write...i enjoy'd thuh thought...much love

CayCay, what an amazing framework for your seasons of memories even during the bleakness and foggy cold of winter! I love the last line as you take me from misty memories to a promise of innocence and spring's arrival again for you! Just marvelous, my friend. Sending you blessings bathed in hope.

Dear CayCay, I felt like I was standing at the window with my hand on the glass, not to test the weather but to check in with myself. I like how you let the child in you slip into the last line as someone still trying to make sense of change. Very tender without being sentimental, and that’s a hard needle to thread. Winter Blessings, CayCay, Daniel

We can still rely on the seasons and the weather. Now, the seasons tick off how many years have passed since… My mom will be gone 5 years in the Spring. My dad, alone for those same 5 years; and us siblings knowing that April is fast approaching. God bless!