Only February!

I barely noticed

Beauties from another Spring

as I sped past,

the slope of grass,

the flowers

blooming en masse,

tiny wild pinks

from my childhood,

Spring Beauties!

the whispered thought,

the amazement.

-wrensong

Desert Stone #4

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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2 Responses to Only February!

  1. I’m waiting for the desert to explode in bright color any day now. Spring is here. 🙂

  2. Libby says:

    But you did notice. Nice one.

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