the branches have yet to bud,
and feet still shuffle through brown leaves
unearthed by the melted ice.
But the sunshine still feels
SO good.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
That Time Spring Came Early (SOTC 191/365)
The river is low, desperate for water;
the branches have yet to bud,
and feet still shuffle through brown leaves
unearthed by the melted ice.
But the sunshine still feels
SO good.
the branches have yet to bud,
and feet still shuffle through brown leaves
unearthed by the melted ice.
But the sunshine still feels
SO good.
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