An early spring walk...
no rush or delays or any particular destination,
just a casual stroll along a dusty gravel road
the sun peeking through the clouds, illuminating new leaves,
tiny seeds scattered on ancient branches, eager to begin the seasons journey
colorful blooms winking at the sky- pink, blue, yellow and white
soliciting a warm embrace from the bashful sun
so much life discerned along the short path
between here and the end of the road...
the journey ends all too soon.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
~ Neltje Blanchan