There's a flower blooming. An unassuming plume of pink As generous as a baby's grin And just as captivating, This is newborn spring! RD~ The bees are bumbling. Tumbling over blossoms, They, too, are thirsty For the first sweet sip of spring. RD~ ~~~~~ Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Life is a series of snapshots meant to be recorded in words. A writer and photographer shares hers.