Whispers of Spring
a spring wind
lifts the cat's fur
then moves on
on a window sill
rosy apples
blush behind lace curtains
lazy spring morning
a snail moves slowly
but the patio is patien
pink blossoms fall
I am torn between looking
up or down
on a spring wind
swirling like noisy leaves
a gust of sparrows
Carole Mathys
April 2011
beautifully composed each in their own
Love & Peace be with you
William
Hugs,
CJ
Well done,
Carolyn
well done-
jch
Anna
John
Christine
Connie
(((HUGS)) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Always,
Deborah
fee
So nice reading you again, my friend.
Mark
lovely poems. And this one is definitely meL
pink bloosoms fall
I am torn between looking
up or down
Yes! -gene.
Regis
Namaste
Tony
So sorry
Carole~