Spring Things

Telephone Pole

It bristles with possibility.  Never slumping during sorrows or jumping for joys.  Ambulance, fire truck, police car, accident.  Another sorrow added.  The first bike ride, the first walk pushing the pram, strolling by snapping pictures, another joy.  It confesses its favorite pastime is smelling the new daffodils, as they creep out of their hiding places around his feet.

Branches

Powder puff corals on the tips of bareness, which last week shivered spindly with cold, begging for a shawl or even a blessed blanket of snow—any covering would be better than that icy nakedness.  Alone.  Today, they are blushing with their first spring kiss.

Rawhide Bone

My mastiff’s prize possession, untied and shortened.  Pieces have wandered into his huge jowls and stayed, as if resting in a swaying hammock, sipping lemonade through a straw.  Tart, icy, with a single bead of sweat blazing a cool trail down the sides of the glass. Now all he needs is a warm, spring day filled with bright sun.

Wishing you a terrific spring weekend!

From Louise

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[susie ericson]

Did you write a book called "The Madwoman" ?