There's something about poetry that saves me… ~ Martin Espada
an acorn falls, a season later sprouttomorrows tree
Miracles are everywhere! Happy Easter Brian.
one two three, from acorn to tree
concise in your brevity, Mary ~
The nicest Easter post yet!The garlic has sprouted, row after rowstalwart and green midst frosty mornings.
I've been wishing I could come up with just a few good words lately--this is a perfect example that length is not needed for excellence, Mary.
Thank you everyone. Sorry I'm not keeping up with comments. I promise I will again, once I can keep up with the writing!