Dear God,The world is cold today. The sky is the gray of old modeling clay Mrs. Mason used to grudgingly let us play with during recess. I am weary of winter and wish for bright sunny skies, spring flowers, and green grass. I know it is coming and that it can't be far away. Spring... Continue Reading →
Dear God,The world is cold today. The sky is the gray of old modeling clay Mrs. Mason used to grudgingly let us play with during recess. I am weary of winter and wish for bright sunny skies, spring flowers, and green grass. I know it is coming and that it can't be far away. Spring... Continue Reading →
Spring is Almost Here
Spring in the MeadowBy Elece HollisThe treetops show a palest green.The iris fronds point straight and clean.The daffodils nod in betweenThe earth and sky.The air above is slate-grey blue;It shines with very different hueThan golden warm when robins flewSouth in the fall.The grass appears about to burstForth from the ground whose long cold thirstIs sated... Continue Reading →