The spring morning lightens the dark
and the heaviness of thunder
like a huge rock crashing to the floor
shatters the spring dawn.
I lie in my tent, and listen for the rabbit
and the baby bear to come
softly – through the pouring rain.
Today they feast on jasmine and Russian olive
and a wet, pink flower that has not yet been named
and I read your letters and gather up my sorrows
and put them all in a small waterproof sack
and rise again
to meet the day.
Lovely!! Vivid imagery is invoked by your writing 🙂
Thank You Lovely Winslow!!!
~Kathy
I’m so glad you liked it, dear Kathy. Thanks for letting me know. Happy roses to you, miss you – W