Mar 2013
Spring bulbs rise
out from their dark prison.
Escaped at last!
Greeted by
the unfamiliar whiteness
of a late spring snow.
Cold and unmoving
We wait
for rays of sun.
out from their dark prison.
Escaped at last!
Greeted by
the unfamiliar whiteness
of a late spring snow.
Cold and unmoving
We wait
for rays of sun.
