First Kiss
Winter turned his back today
in icy jealousy,
and took no frozen look behind
at what there was to see.
I spurned his arms that held me white
and raised my fickle head
as Spring bent down with sunshine lips
and gently kissed me red.
-V, 1994-
P.S. The sequel poem will undoubtedly address the futility of a beach hat incapable of shading such an exotic beak as mine. ;-)
6 comments:
Welcome back. We missed you. Hope you guys had a great time. We sure did. I just need to find enough time to blog about it. :)
Welcome home! familygus is right--we missed you soooo!
Hope you had a good time.
Missed your blogging. Love the pictures!!
Welcome Home!! We missed you too.
Hope to see you soon.
Let's go together next time!
Someday!
Well said.
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