While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.

~Patience Strong~

Monday, February 11, 2019

My robe hangs in the garden,
dripping like a tree.
One day I'll step
out of my body
exactly like this.
It's easy to die.
Just give your breath
back to the trees
and the wind.
-  Peter Levitt, 100 Butterflies 

 It snowed yesterday. 
It was too much for the geranium.
The cold... the snow... 
Too much.

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