Spring-loaded life, bound in the bud. Branches of leaves, tightly coiled in a promise of what's to come. Red to green and green to gold. A quiet sleep. Set, repeat.
Oh that deep claret red! It is the siren-song color of my dreams. I am in such desperate need of a profusion of blooms to lift my spirits. Come, Spring! We are waiting! Enjoy the day. Erin
Beautiful!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI swear you should write a book of poetry. I guess I don't even know...maybe you already have!
ReplyDeleteOh that deep claret red! It is the siren-song color of my dreams. I am in such desperate need of a profusion of blooms to lift my spirits. Come, Spring! We are waiting! Enjoy the day. Erin
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