Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Beyond Loss Someday

If I found the black marked words
could I let them go?


With Perspective

winter played with spring-
tickling her with snowflakes.
I was not amused~

pillows conspired with the blanket-
and my dog succumbed to the couch
Without remorse I surrendered for an hour.

Side by side
As spring pillows, winter blankets melt away.
I awoke to sunshine running
through the willow outside my window,
chasing winter away.