Day 52 ... spring hasn't come yet. Good evening.๐๐งก๐๐ ๐งก๐งก๐งก "Winter Hydrangeas" is a poem that literally describes the state of hydrangeas in winter, but it also seeks to portray how easily assumptions can be fostered in everyday life. ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใใฏๆๅญ้ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใฎๆงๅญใๆใใ่ฉฉใงใใใๆฅๅธธ็ๆดปใฎไธญใงๆใ่พผใฟใใใใซ็ฐกๅใซ่ฒใพใใใใๆๅใใใใจใใใฆใใพใใ ๐งก๐งก๐งก Winter Hydrangea "I am exhausted," said she, Or did I hear her wrong? The colours, the textures, the veins. Everything is Colourless, Smoothless, Lifeless. "I am dead," said she, Or, did I hear her wrong? The colours are desert sand, The textures are weak cracks, The veins are desiccated mummies. - Michie Lyne ๐งก๐งก๐งก ใ็งใฏ็ฒใๆใฆใใฎใใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ ใใใจใใ็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ๏ผ ่ฒใ่ณชๆใ้่ ใในใฆใ ่ฒใใชใ ๆปใใใงใชใ ็ๅฝใใชใ ใ็งใฏๆญปใใ ใฎใใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ ใใใจใใ็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ๏ผ ่ฒใฏ็ ๆผ ใฎ็ ่ณชๆใฏๅผฑใไบ่ฃ ้่ใฏไนพ็ฅใใใใคใฉ - ใใใผใฉใคใณ ๐งก๐งก๐งก Winter Hydrangea, pastel, M Lyne, 2025. Winter Hydrangea
A diary of Michie Lyne, a fine artist. This page is filled with my collection of artworks: poems, haiku, drawings and thoughts, to depict and interpret human nature, love and friendships.I hope you enjoy this page.Wishing you a beautiful day!