Postcard from almost spring
The bulbs have sprouted by Moonbeam’s grave.
When they flower, white blossoms
will remind us of white fur.
I have doubts about the hydrangea,
which last year, eked out one blue flower
but spent this winter under snow.
Will keep you posted.
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I love your confidence in your writing. There is nothing unnecessary in your work.
ReplyDeleteVery well done,
keep writing
Mosk