Carol A. Hand
Even though surreal psychopathy rules, gentle moments of beauty still fill my heart with joy. It’s the poignant passing moments I prefer to celebrate and share today.
Green grass revealed by this week’s untimely thaw
now frozen, crunching beneath my slippered feet
the viola that was bravely blooming yesterday
frosted, resting peacefully on the frozen ground
This post was inspired by my lovely, creative granddaughter who’s been spending the week with me. She’s been busy helping me build new memories rather than editing old ones.