© Marie Marshall
One of the great things to me about today is yesterday. You’ve gone from hiatus to being on an absolute roll and we as the reader get to witness it and feel the reflection and be reminded that nothing lasts forever. Now this poem is tangy and maybe was published as part of that mother milk of kindness series?
No, it was fresh this morning!
So my first thought stands…the one about being witness to the changes. Makes the hiatus a significant part of the tapestry.
spring snow tango… that sounds fun…love the cheerful lightness..
Occasionally I can get that.
Amazing poem. Who says poetry is dead. Thanks
No, thank YOU, Kurt. Poetry will live as long as there are people out there who ‘get’ what it’s ‘for’.
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