On Friday when we woke up at Clair Tapaan Lodge, this is what we saw on our balcony.Icicles reach down,
Pine trees rise up, carving a
Blue hole for the sky.
On Saturday morning, back at home, I took a walk and saw these poppies.The poppy flounces
Her orange satiny skirt,
Stealing the sunshine.
It's spring!
Our state can be dizzying with all its different climates.
1 comment:
I love your poems! The poppy's skirt is perfect personification! You gave me a momentary reprieve from the Midwest's gray skies, brown grass, dirty snow piles.
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