Every Morning a Spring (a poem)
Every morning a spring,
its budding light says
“Pull back the curtain”!
Clear sky or hazy, look!
Horizons hinting of hopes
written by heart,
beating anew with every step
through scented scenery
and blossom clouds
that promise spring rain
or just spring,
fragility softly nestled
on rugged shoulders
as one looks for home . . .
feeling at home all the while.
Post written in response to the prompt “Fresh” and the photos taken March 14, 2015.
marsowords 
Love this! : “fragility softly nestled
on rugged shoulders”
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Thank you for sharing, Bette—it’s so interesting—and it adds a lot— to hear which lines especially resonate!
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Beautiful pictures to accompany such a
tender and gentle poem. Thanks!
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