Quebec Spring

Fresh greens stretch to the sky,Painting shadows on the groundWhere last year's brightnessWelcomes toes tired fromWinter boots and wool socks. Littered logs and sticks remind us of winter's imaginative play,When kids were pirates and sailors,The snow, their ocean.Disappearing puddles yearn to have those memories reawakened,To welcome boots and splashesAnd pirates and sailors. But infantile flowers … Continue reading Quebec Spring