:: Wednesday, March 23, 2005 ::

The magnolias bloomed while I was
out of town,
trying to keep my grip on winter.

I feel like dying with the
birth of each new crocus.
I consider the irony of snowdrops;
wish for traction on ice.

How cruel,
that snowflakes melt
on warm skin.


(this post is evolving with the editorial help of some amazing wordsmiths)

~song~ Aerosmith - Sweet Emotion

:: Katy 1:07 a.m. [+] :: ::