Tag Archives: springtime

complaint

Why does each spring have to bring such a mess? all the mud and the crud that is left and won’t go; then that dandruff debris shed by maples on walks that gathers in corners like nasty mementos of snow. … Continue reading

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April Green

After the April sun and wind had wrung every drop of dust from every deserted furrow clouds visited intense rain and green sprang everywhere: lush intense green riper than memory sweeter than earth bolder than promises of sweet kisses by … Continue reading

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temporary destiny

I wish I could announce that the prophecy has been fulfilled but it was more like a prediction a certainty, even we all knew the huge banks of snow that preoccupied us where I in particular wallowed labouring interminably with … Continue reading

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