I remember the names of flowers we uncovered during each perennial continuation of days, months and years. I can recall how quickly the seasons changed — every halcyon sense of realism diminishing into abstraction as we fell out of touch.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
I remember the names of flowers we uncovered during each perennial continuation of days, months and years. I can recall how quickly the seasons changed — every halcyon sense of realism diminishing into abstraction as we fell out of touch.
poetry, flowers, change
