A trio of hope. Spring is the fullest palette for hope. Perhaps, this year the Meyers lemon will produce fruit. Maybe not. By the way, what do an empty notebook and a favorite wooden spoon have in common? Promises served-up.
haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Their Morning
ReplyDeleteShe bursts into song--
old gramophone's music awakening
scratchy and treasured