shredded tissues
stolen socks
head, sweetly tilted
puppy memories
sweet magnolias
Seems every spring, just as our magnolia is starting to bloom, ka-blammo!, we’re hit with another cold, windy, freezing, nasty blast of winter. Stepping outside this morning, I see there are a few blossoms that don’t look too shabby. A nice reminder that spring is coming, though not as fast as I’d like!
neologism
devour feculence
if you’re a fan
you’ll know what
I’m talking about…
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P.S. What a great scene
light & refreshing
lemon Greek yogurt
for my break-the-fast
tangy pulp, fun to eat!
first day of spring!
these final days of winter—
one last fling
before April, May & lovely June
a sky to match the growing fear
dark band spans the western horizon
onslaught of starlings directly overhead
distant thunder shreds the otherwise silence—
our apocalyptic morning
willful & dangerous, to boot
their denial,
it’s deafening
persistent rider
Death takes note
of the cheerful & the forlorn
none shall ever be forsaken
chill morning
empty limbs, bare branches
rockin’ & rollin’
in the bitter March breeze
poetry @ the mercantile
~ for Shelly
pita chips & dip
honey fire
starlings in flight
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