Seasons of lingering memories
An Autumn leaf
floats,
curled
in a puddle,
lingering.
Memories.
Snowflakes drifting
shadows,
dissolving.
It's February,
Spring is whispering.
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Made my morning Raz...
David o Whalen Spring is indeed "whispering." Yet only a few actually hear it." Less is more" and this write confirms that. Nicely done!
top o the morning
Glad you liked it, we are having a bit of a melt.
I am afflicted with a bad case of spring fever.
Hope to get well soon!
raskin
And my evening
Indeed .
Evenin'
Spring is so close, glad you enjoyed reading.
Thank you for your comment, always appreciated.
raskin
Spring in a bottel
Leaking Pen
Hi Raz
Time to uncork its essence, lets drink my friend and get drunk on the promise of spring to come, "If that is all there is" my friend, let Peggy Lee end the spring's song!
Truly
Paul
Once uncorked
Peggy Lee is cool, she was kind of jazzy.
Fever is a great song, this time of year I
get antsy. Thanks for your comment, always
nice to re visit a great singer.
raskin
Love...
love this poem Raskin ......and the last line is fantastic!
ive been hearing the same whisper for a month now.
Linda
If only...
winter would let go. Thanks Linda
for this lovely comment.
raskin