clinking my glass
with god—a toast
to the little green leaves
beneath the dead brush—
neither of us is surprised,
but dang, ain’t it grand
March 9, 2017 by Rosemerry
clinking my glass
with god—a toast
to the little green leaves
beneath the dead brush—
neither of us is surprised,
but dang, ain’t it grand
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem, poetry, spring, wonder | 1 Comment
New life. Once again. Ahhhhhh….