Monday, January 19, 2009

A Winter Wenatchi Flower a Bloom.

The cool snow capped mountains blew a sharp breeze down our valley, 
along the mighty Columbia, 
caressing every curve the river had to offer.  
Standing in the midst of a newly flowering park, 
the Spring breeze held the most tender of touches
 as it fluttered through your hair;
and landed in our hearts.  
The dances commenced in the breeze,
blowing elegantly through the brilliantly green forming leaves.




Spring breeze,
you come
and you go,
just as you please;
From the magician
following the white rabbit
to the honey suckle bumble bees;
Spring breeze, 
you can come 
and you can go, 
anytime you please.