Sunday, May 18, 2014

Sunday Muse
















Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,
her torn
veil of mist,
 of light rain
blowing
her dandelion
breath
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
turning from
chilly winter
ways,
we throw off
our faithful
sweaters
and open
our arms.

"Spring" by Linda Pastan

2 comments:

  1. This was fantastic !!
    Great job.

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  2. We went start from winter to summer, spring was just skipped all the way this year.

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