Every day, a photograph, a poem. The first day of National Poetry Month— read and write poetry all month! See Poets.org for resources and information: National Poetry Month
The Walk to Spring
Walking by the lake where a growth of new grass sprouts, he removes his jacket, now unneeded. The hills across the way still hold onto the browns of dormancy. Around the bend, the usual turn, and spring appears in the apricot blossoms in full bouquet of a joyous voice, “Spring is here.”
Grass so dull and brown,Sheri Edwards
frowning at it, until lo!
Apricot dreams grow.
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart