tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post4813286396125567157..comments2009-03-31T16:05:34.158+01:00Beatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-43976070260071745912009-03-31T15:48:00.000+01:002009-03-31T15:48:00.000+01:00

This is beautiful but oh so sad. For some spring never comes.<BR/>Well done.<BR/><BR/>love-bd

Beloved Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02625091389788114012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-9515863812132868402009-03-21T19:58:00.000Z2009-03-21T19:58:00.000Z

Lord have mercy, here I am again:-) posting and flitting around. I really am here and there and everywhere LOL

mysticgmekeeprhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12005968619382836095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-10406151811985481222009-03-21T15:42:00.000Z2009-03-21T15:42:00.000Z

Love it's Zen-like feel. And I adore cherry blossom trees! Happy Spring, B! :))

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-17164627676292336202009-03-21T12:06:00.000Z2009-03-21T12:06:00.000Z

Brilliant as usual. :) It carries the Japanese beauty in dramatical hopelessness. Interesting sentiment and I kind of relate to it. Spring and nature just is and doesn't take a notice of itself and just rotates in circles and dones the same clothing year after year.

daydreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09140305922494369576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-20914364428085099912009-03-20T12:36:00.000Z2009-03-20T12:36:00.000Z

Thank you Devika, what I meant is that nature goes on with its own unselfconscious cycle regardless of the impermanence of human feeling.<BR/>And Jyotsana, as above, and also, one aspect of memory is that it can be context-linked, this spring/scent/music/etc.. evoking events of another time in the same context.<BR/><BR/>Mystic Keeper, yes it is beautiful to watch nature just go on, and to try

Beatrice Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09492224274542764248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-49158324296238452062009-03-20T04:58:00.000Z2009-03-20T04:58:00.000Z

Oh this I feel in every fiber of my being. I watch my little flowering cherry tree daily for signs of flourishing or fading. I pray spring stays without a late frost, that we might bare witness to the beauty of her gowns.<BR/>I posted a poem on Sylph Songs that I think you will like.

mysticgmekeeprhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12005968619382836095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-67944687958098776182009-03-19T07:20:00.000Z2009-03-19T07:20:00.000Z

thats our love ... isnt it? fraught with longings...its difficult to bear absence when u love some-one or some-thing.

jyotsanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11348544707786355970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-942127524127298405.post-71342310494164574652009-03-18T01:35:00.000Z2009-03-18T01:35:00.000Z

Nice one, Beatrice but kind of revulsion, <BR/><BR/>I think nature and spring do care -- perhaps it cares for all trees and blossoms<BR/><BR/>at the cost of sounding Utopian, I love if the world were so. :)<BR/><BR/>wishes, <BR/>devika

Devikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02349153846127145464noreply@blogger.com