They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness, as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods.
— Edith Wharton
Morning sun’s brushstrokes
capture fresh spring’s golden hues —
a gossamer breath.
—C.L. Fisher, April 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 