Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.
- Rumi
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Spring ahead
Gazing out my window this morning ,
I find myself longing to be ''out there''.
In that fresh rising mud , surrounded by the remains
of winters black and white.
Thank God for the cardinal !
Now comes forth the color , welcomed by all.
Crisp newly born greens , sky blue sky , warm yellow sun.
The return of green mallards beak.
Soon to arrive , poppy reds , bachelor button blues , lavenders,
lilac's and purple lupine.
Let us not forget the rainbow iridescence of dragonfly.
Oh how I do love Spring . . .
It beckons me forth and out the door I go .
Lark
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