Leda

I adore Nabokov.

It was summer. Summer in the way that makes you think of winter, because even though there were leaves on the trees, ((all you could hear)) was their skeletons rattling. There was color,                         there was always color. But it only took the shape of black spiderweb --- lines                          We                             see                                 white                                     feathers      We wonder          what makes love               human. and then we realize (too late) that it's a product of the gods, and therefor                         ((malevolent)) Please play carefully now, with this tangle of thorns, with fire,                        with glass, because you can                          break

Reviews

[Kurt Gargis]

Haunting...It has an almost chanting feel to it as I read it out loud, and it raises goosebumps. Most excellent.

[bailish]

I enjoyed this line: "Summer in the way that makes you think of winter," It reminds me of San Francisco, where the ocean breeze cools off the land quickly in the evening.
But your switch from the trees to love changed my thinking quickly.
And your final twist to danger.

You have the constant theme of death throughout, marking the darker side of these things.