The daze of spring: the blue bells blue and the lemony dance of the daffodils. Down the streets of NYC the trees bloom in a silent applause of kisses.
The body walks this way and then that trying to find the path that mimics the eyes delight. The sunlight pours everywhere in a generous deluge.
We wake up, ready or not, our reserve unreserved, our heart windows open, and the mind running away from us down the stairs and out the door...
1 comment:
Nice verse. I quite like it.
The days are good here, too. The chill is gone from the air, the trees are bursting with green, the air golden with pollen and sun.
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