There are days when it seems that the vast expanse of gray clouds above me is pressing down on my eyelids, ever so gently, making me feel that I could sleep the day through despite the daffodils and pink blooms on the trees reminding me that it is indeed, spring.
7 comments:
wow! such a writer you are.
did you post this before or after it started to snow on this 28th day of march- well into spring indeed?
our gardens- our sweet little gardens are not going to fare this well at all
perfectly put.
Did you make that up? Thats so accurate. Sickeningly accurate. blah.
I didnt mean that to sound rude. I jsut re-read it and it sounded rude! Sorry! I thought your poem was quite cool :)
Very nice Paige.
Sorry about the weather. But at least your writing sounds beautiful.
You DO need to move to San Diego! Matt and I keep saying how good it would be for you. Of course, we have no selfish motivations at all. ;-)
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