THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: May 31, 2017

No illusions, no illusions, no lies, no softened truths, no tears, no bargains, though sun shines and birds sing, Winter is here, I know. Spring danced like wild flowers in the wind, held dew and promise and wore the colors of her heart like jewels. She hadn’t heard the word defeat and didn’t feel hate or anger. Spring liked to play and romp and sing and hung her question on a tree to… Read More