Monday, May 9, 2011

Fleeting

A breeze through my toes
A tickle in my nose
A hint of the firstborn bud of a rose.

The pink on my cheek
The chickadees peep
And seemingly, effortlessly, lull me to sleep.

Gone is the winter, short was the spring, and how I welcome summer with open arms!!

Monday, May 2, 2011