A meadowlark perched outside my window this morning
His song - a bubbling spring, cascading over winter's gray
Like new honey - warm, clear, golden, sweet
"Mom! I hear a meadowlark!"
The sun came out in Helen's face.
Like battle-weary Jonathans,
Our winter-worn eyes brightened at such sweet sustenance.
blues in july
5 months ago
3 comments:
Spring is meadowlark
raising the high blue sky on
pointed melodies
:D HAIKU!!!
RK
Daffodils on the verge of blossoming.
Bright yellow crocus beside the sidewalk peeking up at barefoot children in shorts and tees.
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