I have all of the feelings of Springtime,
yet I struggle to find the words...
Ribbons of memories
of past Springs unravel,
taking me to places
where happiness was found.
Yet the hedgerows have flowers
and berries will follow
The birds are still songful
and fragrant flowers surround
perhaps I will find the words
while these feelings still abound...
Prose - Dianne Dawes
For dear C.B.
