
Decades before I knew to name poetica - or myself poet - I swooned countless hours in birch shade steeped in perfumed sweetness from modest blooms arced over me - moss-cushioned, prone - acquiescing to slight breeze as, it seemed, to me their dizzying scent wafting the young air of spring transports me back to childhood, an ease I now know to name swb 5.23
Beautiful….peaceful
It has been tooo long since you posted Sarah. Spring it is. Thanks for the lovely poem!Rita
Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. The third is to be kind. ~Henry James (1843-1916)