Lime jewels poke out
Like tiny bits of lipstick
Whispering spring’s song
As I approached the walkway today I spotted bits of green hiding in the mulch. Our landscape will be a drab brown for bit longer, but I am seeing beauty in the dullness that has replaced the blanket of white. The birds are singing. It’s still light out at 7:00 pm. And the mercury has climbed into the 5os for two consecutive days, Hip hip hooray! Today I am thankful for glimpses of spring!
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Theresa- I LOVE it! Today must have been inspirational!! Sue
ReplyDeleteTiny bits of lipstick! Yes, exactly! Love it - thank you!!
ReplyDeleteWow. I will forever and always now see these new flowers as 'bits of lipstick." And I will think of you. 'Still owe you a book - I have not forgotten! A.
ReplyDeleteah, what they would say if we could hear the whispering of lipsticks! wonderful stuff.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your comments. I really debated about the lipstick line...glad I left it there. ~Theresa
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