sprinkles of springtimeA Poem by Lydia Shutterapril....always a reflective month for meartwork by emma uber on a balmy friday
afternoon the sky paints the
isolated water of the lake soft ripples of blue-green-lilac pulling my thoughts along
an unbidden path strewn with burgeoning
blossoms of thought i drink from the chalice
of happenstance slightly melancholic or is that
melodramatic melodies begin to play holding hands with march, a
new month peeks around the corner this one a mere whisper on
the lips of a long ago april but soon enough sprinkles
of springtime tempt me a butterfly winks at me i blow bubbles of hope
into the future amazingly, the sky continues to paint the water pretending not to notice © 2016 Lydia ShutterFeatured Review
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