Monday, March 25, 2019

The time of swirl


Spring:
tulips
iris
cherry-
blossoms
asparagus
& soon
fava beans

P.S.  The poem?   Always in the swirl.
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  1. Susan E. GangelJune 13, 2019 at 10:35 AM

    compo

    at times there are melancholy points
    where water seeps through black sand
    making tide pools of life
    left to its own activity

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