06-03-2023, 07:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-03-2023, 07:33 AM by Quixilated.)
April Takes a Walk
An old man walks with a shuffle,
his feet stirring the red-gold rustle
of dried leaves. A low winter sun
casts a shadow, broad and long,
almost tickling his grand-daughter
up ahead. She occasionally looks
back to see if he is still there,
but mostly she walks along, unaware
of his smile. Poking around with a stick
she finds a crocus newly broken through
the moist ground. A purple tongue
getting its first taste of spring.
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The original thread can be found here.
An old man walks with a shuffle,
his feet stirring the red-gold rustle
of dried leaves. A low winter sun
casts a shadow, broad and long,
almost tickling his grand-daughter
up ahead. She occasionally looks
back to see if he is still there,
but mostly she walks along, unaware
of his smile. Poking around with a stick
she finds a crocus newly broken through
the moist ground. A purple tongue
getting its first taste of spring.
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The original thread can be found here.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
