Warmth comes wildly...
galloping galloping. A
trotting tick-tock, the
hoofbeat heartbeat of'
blackberry winter.
The equinox flocks in,
on the winds,
on the wings
of many freed starlings.
Birdsong, sing-a-long,
caged no longer.
Go...go, barefoot
drum beats arouse the
slumbering soil. Spring
to the edge of winter,
and start
anew.
Did I make spring prettier for you? LOL.
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5 comments:
I loved it ... and I really love that you know about blackberry winter!
Oh, that was so lovely!! You have made spring much brighter for me! So sweet of you to think of me! :)
Blackberry winter = a little shout out to my Southern peeps.. ;)
And Cynthia...I am glad I could help. Notice that I avoided worms completely?
(It's funny how you say it smells wormy after it rains...lol. I have been known to walk into the house and announce to everyone that it smells like worms outside. They all think I am nuts. But, it DOES smell like worms...)
I did notice the lack of worms!
And it DOES smell like worms! It does!!! I tell that to my husband all the time, he think I'm crazy too. So you'll have some company when they commit me too. :)
That music is lovely. Very soothing.
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