Feathery breasts, rich deep orange, ochre’s and browns,
among the frosted branches and black shrivelled cherries,
A cafeteria, frocked guest’s chatter,
Long arched bows and entrance,
across the frosty blue touched rocks, a bridge,
rushing waters, among its path of snow;
a path between worlds,
of twilights, beginning and end,
The crystal bowl of future times,
will it be today, tomorrow noon?
I know, it will be soon,
The robins are back here,
I know that spring is near©02/02/2010
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John
so beautifully,dear Jasmin! Thank you!
Be always safe,
Karen
Georg
You have robins already? Wow. Maybe Spring will be very early this year.
PS: My Woodchuck says it will be an early Spring, too.