soft sounds of longing
travelling through each brittle branch
buds can’t wait to burst
soft sounds of longing
snow is muffling cries below
impatient tulips
travelling through each branch
dripping sap to quench their thirst
maples on my street
buds can’t wait to burst
Mother Nature sings her song
“there there, won’t be long
© Tournesol ‘19-03-08
These are beautiful 🙂
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Ah thank you so much, Jason, for your kind words.
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