Even as they wilt,
These pink flowers exude life.
What is their secret?
Lone dandelion
By the side of my slate path
Glows in solitude.
Fields of buttercups
Transform green fields to yellow;
Twinkling the eye.
A small truck drives past
Leaving a breeze in its wake.
Welcome, pickup wind!
St. Francis in Spring
Surrounded by bright flowers;
(Not drowning in snow).
A faery blue haze
Lights up a patch in the woods.
Where does it come from?
The familiar bend
Snakes down hill in all seasons
Pulling me forward.
A warm musty smell
Comes from the rundown old shack--
Scents of memories.
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