The cherry tree that fell
and washed away last winter,
now bursts pink from the stump.
Golden yellow daffodils run
in abundance
along the first
green edging of the bank.
Here I sit,
a honeysuckled heart
thirsting for rain,
arching toward light,
attempting to force
a bloom.


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"Here I sit,
a honeysuckled heart
thirsting for rain,"
Beautiful ~ Peace, dj
-i thank you
and delicious.
I always look for your visit. Thank you.
Katina,
I appreciated your lovely remark.
Thanks for stopping by and for your remark. Spring surely cometh!