Such wondrous things are all around if only I remember to keep my eyes open . . .
It’s Time
It’s time
to hitch up my skirts
pick up my feet and
run like a madwoman
howling gleefully
shrieking with wildness
through the weedy grass
through the prickly woods
across the stinging rush
of that icy brook
and leap headlong
back into full-fledged life
Brilliant things await me!
Art-Colored Glasses 
This one’s a keeper, for sure…
Can I come too?
Yes, please join in, and very welcome!!
The last phrase ‘a fully fledged life’ is so evocative. I love your photo montages and the images in them.
Thank you, my dear lady. All they lack, perhaps, is a string of your pearls!
I laughed when I read this. Thought I was the only one who felt that way!
Never! There’s a whole world of us, Sister! Come on and kick up your heels along with the rest of us mild-mannered rebels. 🙂
Really a nice poem, Kath.
Not that *you* would know anything about feeling this way, eh!!!
My Sweet, you are such a heroine to my parents. I can’t thank you enough for the fabulous job you did on the inventory project, which will help immensely in offloading some of the necessary Stuff! Kisses.
Creates an interesting mental image! 🙂
Be careful what you imagine, lest you scorch your retinas! 😉
I love the carefree spirit of these vivid colors and words!
Thank you, my friend, it’s just nice when one gets in *that kind of a mood*!
Beautiful images and wonderful poetical touches.. Well done dear Kathryn, Thanks and Love, nia
You are so kind, dear Nia! Somehow I think this “story” must describe you a bit too!
Love,
Kathryn
A good read! I especially like the way ‘shrieking with wildness’ connects the emotion with the weedy grass and prickly woods of Nature.
Thank you, Mr Fraser! I appreciate the elucidation. And if you ever want to hear any wild shrieking, you can probably just get somewhere within a quarter-mile of me or so when I’m in such a mood. 😉