A Touch of Spring
In the
flower bed,
green cotyledons
are ramming
their way
up thru
last year’s
brown leaves.
The blind
dog sniffs
them out
one by one
& inhales
their color,
her tail
wagging gently.
In the
flower bed,
green cotyledons
are ramming
their way
up thru
last year’s
brown leaves.
The blind
dog sniffs
them out
one by one
& inhales
their color,
her tail
wagging gently.
Filed under poems & short jabs