The clouds held dirt from yesterday, dimming the blue to a dingy gray that met me after the sun rose somewhere behind the murkiness, but my eyes fell on the blooming pear tree, the simple, life-lit green, white cups holding a spray of pink, a promise, a budding of spring. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 UnlessContinue reading “A Promise”
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