The Earth sings to me
a throaty, green song
calling me to sunshine
from thick winter indoor drowsiness.
Siren call of spring breezes,
whispering against skin,
tugging at me.
Come catlog each astounding
emerald offering.
Delve deep
play my harp strings.
I did write this a while ago but I really feel this lately.
1 comment:
Simply Beautiful - you back from the Caribbean sun yet?
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