Dawn After Easter: Buttercups, impatient in their pale gray smocks, long for pink coats. They were quite invisible minutes ago but now they crowd the roadside as my bus groans to the intersection and pauses to join their mute prayer for the dawn. Boppy
Dawn After Easter:
ReplyDeleteButtercups, impatient in their pale gray smocks,
long for pink coats. They were quite invisible minutes ago but now they crowd the roadside as my bus groans to the intersection and pauses to join their mute prayer for the dawn.
Boppy