Dressed in the yellow light of her spring sunshine, March tiptoed in and left the door ajar. Winter shouted after her as she trailed new life. The coldness of his breath chilling my hopeful bones. For now they coexist, sharing the earth... but as each day passes the scales are tipped in the favour of Spring.
"There is in all visible things...a hidden wholeness." -Thomas Merton
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6 comments:
Oh I like this! Wonderfully expressed!
Lovely, Susannah. 'March tiptoed in...'
March roared in here like a Lion, on the back of a blizzard! Hopefully it'll go out like a lamb. :-)
Thanks very much Rebecca. :-)
Hello Paul, I really don't envy you your blizzard! It has been cold here but as least we have sunshine. :-)
Lovely, I'm for Spring!
Thanks Cathie, good to see you here. :-)
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