Thursday, March 4, 2010







It is not even spring
and I daydream of the wildness
of the late summer garden
when everything rushes
to show that last bloom
where I can go and understand it all
that feeling of the shortening days
I know the necessity of this
-before it is dark
and the night is frozen

Maybe that is why -

I am resurrected
in the blooming of the snowdrop
the tulip
the daffodils
the aconites
rising with the longer days of sun
on our way to another season
of growth
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4 comments:

  1. I love your writing - and I am there . . . daydreaming with you.

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  2. it is so nice to have a fellow traveler
    hug

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