She shuffles a long
worn path to her house,
seed catalogues in hand,
hope in her eyes.
Red of poppy,
yellow of yarrow,
pink of dianthus,
blinding the dullness
of this winter day.
Her body bent,
a thin, gray wisp
of hair falls
across her face
like a cat's tail.
That could be me. I like it. Our daffodils are almost in bloom. Yipee. Can't wait. That is a sure sign of Spring on its way!
ReplyDeleteyou're kidding daffodils!
ReplyDeletelucky you
we under a winter storm warning
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I love it!
ReplyDeleteEspecially - "a thin, gray wisp of hair falls
across her face like a cat's tail." - beautiful!
It is icy cold here in England and we had snow yesterday at the moment Spring and Summer seem like a dream.
Is this winter longer than usual...or is it all me...I'm going nuts :-(
ReplyDeleteI like that line myself...very visual
for me who is owned by cats
thanks Susannah
Yes, this winter seems eternal!
ReplyDelete(I am owned by cats too.) :-)
I'm with Susannah and appreciate the visual picture of "a thin, gray wisp of hair falls
ReplyDeleteacross her face like a cat's tail." Wonderful! Don't you adore garden catalogs...so beautiful, so full of promise and hope.
oh yes...except I want it all
ReplyDeletePerfect!
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