I gave you my hand
It was the only chance to
Spend time with you
Watching all the blooms
Showing off their
Many colors of spring
Now weighted down with
New Spring snows
Growing weary to hold on
To the hope of spring
Spring Snow
I gave you my hand
It was the only chance to
Spend time with you
Watching all the blooms
Showing off their
Many colors of spring
Now weighted down with
New Spring snows
Growing weary to hold on
To the hope of spring
Observations from the Garden
A selfish poet
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
Places - Nature - Photography
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 
When it snowed here in May, I felt disappointed. I was into the spring that had flirted with me. I think it is done. I planted some flowers today because I couldn't go another day without those happy faces. Lovely poem.
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Thank you dear Jacquie for your kind words!
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Very palpable write, J!
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