A Spring Poem: From the chirp of a robin to the bright green buds on the trees, spring emerges, at first hesitant, creeping forward, like a careful lover…
A Spring Poem: From the chirp of a robin to the bright green buds on the trees, spring emerges, at first hesitant, creeping forward, like a careful lover…
A dry, brown oak leaf swirls in an eddy, little less than three feet wide, in front of the entrance to my home. It scrapes, crackling against the cement. Round and around it goes, dancing in rhythm to the wind chime hanging nearby.