Last updated on April 13, 2011 by Liza Hawkins
Rain gently falls.
Tapping its fingers gently along the windowsill.
Enticing green appearances from branches and seeds.
Fresh.
Clean.
New.
Bright.
Spring emerges.
Last updated on April 13, 2011 by Liza Hawkins
Hello, Poet!
Random, I know. But I actually dreamed most of this last night. Bizarre. But worthy of writing down, I felt.
I love to see signs of spring!
Love it. It’s PERFECT. 🙂
@Jackie – We’ll have to see what tonight’s dreams bring….