"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.