March 26, 2008

Spring snow

By writesome

The green is there
I can feel it
struggling
hoping

White healing
covers the wounds
of sun
and bike tracks

Fertile soil remains
aching for replenishment
Waiting
Patient

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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome
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