Lizard 🦎

Deep into spring, winter is hanging on.

Bitter and skilful in his hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place, starving along the Mediterranean: angry to see the glittering sea-pale boulder alive with lizards green as Judas leaves.

Winter is hanging on.

He still believes.

He tries to catch a lizard by the shoulder.

One olive tree below Grottaglie welcomes the winter into noontime shade and talks as softly as Pythagoras.

Be still, be patient, I can hear him say, cradling in his arms the wounded head, letting the sunlight touch the savage face. ~ May Morning


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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