Sunday, May 15, 2016


I wanted to take a picture
But comfort kept me tied to my bed.
So instead I will say the blue was
Of unusual clarity,
Almost startling
Against the yellow Birch flowers
That dangled and shimmered in the morning sun.
Brushed by a North wind
That belied the calendar.
I rolled and turned my back to the cold,
Nestled in comfort.

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