A Taste of Spring

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 25 Feb 2013
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I wore a branch against
my face as knees bent but not
enough beneath the
wind and its slap of force

through the strength of
this stinging willow
seemingly waiting for some
unsuspecting soul
to wander on by---and it was I.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
Poetry - For All Reasons
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Put a smile on my face this morning Richard. Woke knowing all is well with the world. Your willow twig brought a refreshing slap to the platform at Weston station. This is a small world.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Good morning, PT. It's -9C AND 8:45 AM. Thank you for your own nice pick-me-up comments re my poem. A willow twig smack across the face does the same, eh? Cheers and Chimo (Inuit for Friendship) along the same lines as Jewish "Shalom". Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Chimo! :-)

Parson Thru

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Merci, PT. Merci is French for Thank You.
Richard L. Provencher