Tag Archives: Springtime

What the spring rain brings . . .

Posted on May 12, 2018 by peri, poet.

. The spring rain is relentless, alas and despite the bright bright greenery lush expanses of lawn and the exquisite flowering trees, soft dogwood, magnolia, sweet cherry, and the profusion of primary colors tulips in red, forsythia, bright blue forget-me-nots, … Continue reading →

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The Shoe Bird . . . a nearly-true short story.

Posted on May 7, 2018 by peri, poet.

. The Spring air is light, fresh and cool in my home today, windows thrown open with abandon (meaning: I no longer need to care that I might let in too much of waning winter coolness), and sunlight presses greedily … Continue reading →

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Spring time. . .

Posted on May 6, 2018 by peri, poet.

. Windows opened with abandon as the air is distinctly Spring: earthen old meets new, seasoned mold holds hands with young goldgreen budding aburst and so fresh, so true, the original potion from which all blended fruit vegetable herbal libation, … Continue reading →

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