She sings and springs
A new years plumage,
Blushing trees
And
Bluebonnet fields.
Gentlemen linger
Crowding branches,
Thinly shaking,
And
Colder still.
A moment of peace
Steals the air,
With a step
Halfway
There.
Tag: spring
Farewell, my Friend
The smoke passed
As an afterthought,
A cold day in Spring.
I wonder when last
He saw his garden…
If he’ll visit, with wings.
Shape of my Soul- Day 9
What is the purest scent?
When a warm breeze divorces
Itself from the spring canopy,
Upon it sails the parfum of a flower
That is the shape of my soul.
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