Friday, March 13, 2009
ruffles puffs of dark clouds;
chasing the sun
paper white blossoms
bend over my windowsill
one day cold dry sticks
next day soft gray buds appear;
pussy willow paws
You can only imagine how delighted I was yesterday to find a well-used florist box on my porch after the mailman came by. My aunt had sent me this bouquet of pussy willow branches from her yard. I was just wishing I had some! The sun has been in and out of dark clouds all week. I am watching light play over the paperwhites on the windowsill.
This has been one of the most difficult & painful weeks that I can ever remember. Every kind word and encouraging comment has been deeply appreciated. Each day is a little better than the last.
The Friday Poetry roundup is at The Miss Rumphius Effect. Enjoy!