Tuesday
Mar152011
musings on spring {2}
front-yard crocus . march 2011
today,
as i sit inside the missing
spring brings with her each year,
i pretend all of who you are
has arrived by chickadee wing
and your chosen path
is to slowly blow open
each petal of the crocus
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Reader Comments (7)
Me too. I miss my Gramps in the spring. He always loved my birthday. *hugs*
stunning poem liz, I too "sit inside the missing." (love those words) sending hugs your way.
thank you - it helps me to think of my grandmother in this way - she was my heart! xox to you as you 'sit'. xo R
beautiful words.... "sit inside the missing" resonates with me.
Peace!
Such a beautiful poem, Liz! It brings me right into your moment.
xo
thank you for your beautiful words and soft, introspective photograph. i just took in a deep breath. ahhh. feels good.
I hope you and yours are well:)
xo