Spring called
the other day…
tapped at the door
with birdsong fingers,
fogged the glass
with promises
and lilac-scented
breath…
then vanished.
I hear her laughter
lift from slow-
thawing
earth.
— C.Birde, 3/19
Stay — A Poem
3 Comments
yes, she stay: higher and brighter with creamy lilac flower’s emotions, with blackbird’s poetry 🙂
Such a lovely poem and a great picture as usual !!!
Thank you, Anya 🙂