Apr 5, 2021
1 min read
Poetry
Snow Stakes
Is winter truly over?
Crocus blooming
Lovely lavender splashes
Amongst the dead, dry leaves.
“Spring has come,” they cry.
I cannot resist…
Must capture their fleeting beauty.
A few words can change lives.
My Muse is in hiding, but we cross paths from time to time. I think I gave the old guy too much grief. Maybe he quit without notice.