Soon

Along some sweet stream

lined with tall grasses,

sunshine, and willow trees,

we will have a picnic lunch,

luxuriate under a canopy

of green leaves, find

dragons and butterflies

in the wispy clouds

the gentle winds bring,

and wonder why we ever

doubted spring.

—C.L. Fisher, February 2021

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2 thoughts on “Soon

  1. “Though thy face boweth down, as thou endureth that long cold spell,
    Thy spirit though forlorn
    Thy beauty remaineth still
    For thou knowest the sun hast not forgotten thee
    Thou, its precious little darling true”

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