We were crocuses in snow,
beholding nothing. Quiet feet
drowning in puddles. River toes
mocking the stones they skipped.
Ill-equipped for silence, we scattered
clouds and waited for the hard rain;
harbingers of less than
spring, and more than
Cool visual prompt from over at Quickly in November, day 12.
You are describing our last few days of weather…
rain. Though autumnal. I actually dug up some bulbs and rhizomes this year – in an attempt to save them…for spring.
It is a pain the sun setting so early.
Thanks for stopping by my post on the prompt. 😉
This is simply gorgeous, De.
Oh my. I am so blooming impressed! Love this ❤
Magnificent. I can’t read this one enough times.