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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

At Top--A Promise


 



 Those April showers
Are surely coming my way
As May approaches.


 




The porch is shiny
From the recent torrent of rain.
Cat chews his food.

 
 
 

Alfred comes calling;
We've been friends for a long time--
Bovine acquaintance.



Sky is breaking blue;
Clouds so slowly glide away,
Like smooth dance partners.


 


Greenish yellow bulbs:
Forsythia blossoms bloom
Slow and delicate.



 


 Sun transforms the road,
Casting its careless shadows;
(Then it vanishes).


 



Gentle drops of rain
Click softly on my jacket.
The clouds are winning.


 



 Bottom of the hill
Forsythia's in full bloom;
At top--a promise.

 

 
















































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