Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, March 13, 2006

Spring!

The stream bed swollen lay on bed of rock, leaf buds on the trees could almost talk.
The robin’s announcement unofficially spring , Catkins blooming on the willow tree.

Warm wind howling blows this way , the gift of your love is here to stay.
I knew what our souls unlocked, as time keeps score with a tic toc .

Sweet sounds of winter sing, to the hills it is almost spring.
The kiss of the gentle breeze, touched a part of me.

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Spring... The birth of a season , the challenge to feel , The reminder that time surely does heal.

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