"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Poem: Pear Blossom

Across the pavement they come,
hundreds of single white petals,
pear blossom scattered by the wind,
gamboling, skipping, skittering
one after the other, chasing,
hopping, jumping toward me
on the first true breath of Spring.

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