Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Dance of the Plum Blossom

White snow caresses my cheek
In a cascade of soft petals.

Spring announces herself,
Ready to pick up her sweet dance.

I await,
My dance card empty
Of all but the sweet promise
Of her light step in my direction.

Copyright 2011

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