With noon comes a shower. Not rain,
but me in my own late spring,
awakening cautiously, not trusting the false warmth,
knowing this is winter and will be. 8 more words
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Woman Goddess brimming with needs so complex, seeds of protest against treatment that’s lesser than my being and conquests.
I require no worship I have grasped and felt how perfect your imperfect is, and I am fine in your stumbles I am strong in your troubles, like the leaf that fell away to provide new buds, 31 more words
Looking around London, Ontario you don’t see many signs of spring. There are mountains of snow in parking lots, not to mention beside driveways galore. The weather forecast suggests that it’ll be mid-April before we see any consistently spring-like weather. 571 more words