goodbye, winter

by walterdoege

this is a gauche writing…gauche means left in french…and awkward in english…something like this…and nature flows in four seasons and I can only accept this…butII can say that I don’t like summer…this dislike comes from personal motif and remembrances…however, regarding all my summer memories from my childhood and youth are happy and in a subtil form I like the summer, but remembering old summers, I like remembrances of summer…in fact, nowadays, I don’t like summer…I don’t like sunny and hot days…I surrender to some summer nights, a beautiful song…and summer dreams…full moon summer nights have beauty, but I don’t like summer season…I like memories of old summers of my life…regarding physical discomfort, perhaps my temperament is close to autumn and winter…autumn leaves, another beautiful song…I can write that I like my memories of my childhood summer season…nowadays, I don’t like summer…printemps brings flowers, but I appreciate flowers always…at summer season the roses on my weekly arrangement don’t survive more than three days…roses are fragile flowers…astromélias resistance is admirable and are the flower that inspires me to write on this day…astromelias bravely sparkles charm and beauty, and hot does not affect them…so, my flower inspiration…to keep writing, working, living, loving…’astromelias, if you can, I can’…other aspect is that I feel extreme difficulty to say goodbye…last goodbye, relating to this winter…as I am a historical and some hysterical human being, I must let this winter goes by…I must be grateful to all I could live and feel at this winter…I must be capable to say ‘winter, good bye…till the next year and till that time I will do my best to survive and to live’…what does occur is that meeting is always goodbye, but goodbye is not vesperas of another meeting…I like autumn and winter…I like my memories of summer and printemps…autumn and winter leaves are still on the streets…these leaves will stay always on me…four nature seasons…is it possible someone seize own life?…someway I can write that I can seize my life…fiction is a powerful strenght…perhaps my life season be autumn…perhaps winter is another life season…at least, I like very much summer, because summer may be vésperas of another autumn and another winter…for you, winter, goodbye…regards for all…astromélias are my fellows in  all seasons…and my friends too…you too…writing wondering writings…writing is a mistress for me…a pursuit of temperance…I must realize that writing is important for me…and perhaps for someone else who I hope would read…if there’s occur no reading, it’s good too…writing is an alone step against emptness, empty words, aloneness, helplessness…writing is always a hope expression as in my experience….i have nothing to teach…perhaps almost nothing to learn…hope is a strong sentiment….loving love is greater than my daily writing trials…temperance…wondering about self indulgence, self care…if I can care myself…I can be open to you…you turn on meaning in this gauche writing…’a la gauche’…a la droit’!…some personal printemps memories of joyful travels…astromelias, petit floir of esperanza