Clouds in the sky,
arrive like witches
flying in for the occasion,
Wind is the song they bring,
grass so full of spring, it glows,
tries to reach the sky
on tiptoe,
Mugwort greening up
the corner of the garden
near the yarrow and thyme,
and the whole damn world
set to thrive
ALIVE!
1 comment:
I felt your words. It's that kind of day here.
Hope you have a great Saturday.
R home from back surgery and recovering.
Actually doing much better than expected.
Later, Barb
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