
upon opening
the fragrance drawing the eyes
lavender and pink

upon opening
the fragrance drawing the eyes
lavender and pink
white flurries in May
not snow but cottonwood fluff
allergies react

where the rainbow ends
what a pot of gold can’t buy
rest for the weary
hidden in the fog
the distant shores are unseen
don’t stop believing
sometimes what is real and true
lies beyond what we can see

in the spring of life
without signs of trauma
a song yet unsung