Spring

In the yard, a flail of kids

acrobat arms evict the grey

and charm finds its resting place

in the soft damp of mizzled hair

-the stroke that leaves glitter

and they gather, squatting

heads bowed to a green mound-

twin-flowered kawell sprinkled with

the white-petal remnants

of a soggy paper plane

2 thoughts on “Spring

  1. These flowers were very happy on the slopes of Mt Taylor. I don’t know what they are. And I can’t remember the last question I asked you. :-). I only noticed in the photo when I got home that the petals are almost like feathers. Shows how observant I am!

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