Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

March 9, 2017

As the Meadowlark rings true i found my way back.
How gaily the past few days have greeted me to only turn the wisps of hair into a ratted mess.

3-9-2017 Trumpet Daffodil ‘Brauvore’

News has reached the day and i should say it is not well. You ask what i speak of and i rather refuse. My fingers slide along the stem to snip the base of each flower, rescue the beauty that stands in harms way.

3/9/2017 For my kitchen windowsill

The frigid lips blow again. Snow and icicles to block the buds from growing. How shall i apologize? I prayed for the warmth and your glow covered me but i look to the east and shudder.

Cee’s Flower of the Day

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