musings on spring {2}

front-yard crocus . march 2011

today,

as i sit inside the missing

spring brings with her each year,

i pretend all of who you are

has arrived by chickadee wing

and your chosen path

is to slowly blow open

each petal of the crocus

Comments

[Lelainia lloyd]

Me too. I miss my Gramps in the spring. He always loved my birthday. *hugs*

[jennifer]

stunning poem liz, I too "sit inside the missing." (love those words) sending hugs your way.

[Renee]

thank you - it helps me to think of my grandmother in this way - she was my heart! xox to you as you 'sit'. xo R

[Barbara]

beautiful words.... "sit inside the missing" resonates with me.

Peace!

[Judy Merrill-Smith]

Such a beautiful poem, Liz! It brings me right into your moment.

[gkgirl]

xo

[Susan Tuttle]

thank you for your beautiful words and soft, introspective photograph. i just took in a deep breath. ahhh. feels good.

I hope you and yours are well:)

xo