Tuesday, March 31, 2009


Today it snowed spring. It really did.

I ran outside assuming it was ash from a wildfire, or a house fire, or a spirit fire.

The sky showed a yellow haze.


Smelling hard for charred remnants…

I detected Jasmine.

Looking deep ~ with my most penetrating gaze…

I saw dander a la’ dandelion.

Reaching ~ just to make sure…

I caught a dry rose petal lost on the wind.

But what of the haze?

The suspicious yellow haze?



the bees must be busy.

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