Wednesday, April 07, 2010
small colors
Birthing blooms vines leaves
my window spring morning fresh
I see
Bushes, trees, and fields
popping with small colors.
Newborns, eyes closed.
The sun brushing
the spring flowers
with light fingers
Their fragrance drifts
on the breeze
a sweet, arresting scent
That makes me consider
the many forms
of power
.
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words and images:
Karyn Eisler, Mel Bosworth
Steve Wing, Dorothee Lang
distilled from the garden party
at Living ?s, (still open + ongoing)
pieced together by DL
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1 comment:
that is pretty. and i like spring.
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