08-09-2014, 04:01 AM
(08-09-2014, 03:40 AM)cjchaffin Wrote: thanks ajAhh, that rainy place. My roommate is from an island near Seattle and often grieves over the plethora of rain. Maybe making the fact that this is a specifically northwestern type of seasonal poem? Anyways, best of luck.
i live in the U.S. Pacific Northwest and we experience all four seasons here...they progress pretty predictably through the calendar and that's reflected here. Jan & Feb are pretty cold, March warms up and starts the rainy season through the end of May, June and July even warmer...and so on. but i can see how that might be odd if you're not familiar with the weather patterns of the narrator's environment. thank the gods for variety!
i'll think on your comment about the song spilling. thanks for the thoughtful feedback.
"Where there are roses we plant doubt.
Most of the meaning we glean is our own,
and forever not knowing, we ponder."
-Fernando Pessoa
Most of the meaning we glean is our own,
and forever not knowing, we ponder."
-Fernando Pessoa

