First of March
dawn slinks through the rain clouds
dripping into the bared limbs
buds swollen with life
the birds sing in symphony
notes of longing
measures of love
rejoice
March is here
3 commentsPamela Olson, 3/1/08
dawn slinks through the rain clouds
dripping into the bared limbs
buds swollen with life
the birds sing in symphony
notes of longing
measures of love
rejoice
March is here
3 commentsPamela Olson, 3/1/08
Arte y Pico
Poefusion Award