Winter's Passing
Honestly, I yearn for spring, but the white lace of a March snow storm purifies the moment and I am willingly lost in a world of snow covered branches and white pine trees. Purity wipes clean the imprint of past days. What once was gray, brown and black is presented once again, renewed. Honestly, I long for the color green, not of monetary values, but of nature's blessing. Leaves to adorn trees and shade meadows. I am eager to inhale spring air and witness winter's passing. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author