finger tracing contours of my thigh
open window; crisp lily white curtains
stir
smell of earth
released from drifts of winter’s
last sigh; loamy; scent of promise
spring warblers; cacophony
of sweet song; springs creak gently
as we maneuver in farmstead
four-poster; renewal; rebirth
© Lorraine
image cocoparisienne (pixabay)
April 26, 2017 at 1:07 am
Winter’s last breath as a sigh. nicely done darling. Love the complimentary posting, awesome image. 😀
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April 26, 2017 at 4:51 am
Thanks — started life as a d’verse poets’ spring quadrille — always missing that 44th word.
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April 26, 2017 at 10:00 am
Life often is one chord short on the soundtrack.
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