Sunday, February 7, 2016

February

We walk, basking in the early signs of spring:

The sunlight touching the tops of mountains,

Turning the snow shades of orange and pink.

The Japanese apricot and cherry blossom trees

Beginning to bloom, buds begging to unfold.

The cormorant birds streaking the sky

With their sleek, black bodies and long beaks.

Our eyes, opening in childlike wonder,

As we look for life and rejoice, together.

1 comment:

  1. "Beginning to bloom, buds begging to unfold"...my favorite line in this magical poem.

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