Every morning is same..same...but different my eyes fly open..quick to embrace joy but only in a moment that hurries by -before the 'busy-ness' of Day bustles in -sweeping me up in its arms making me forget that the day itself... Continue Reading →
winter slips slowly biting my nails to the quick yearning for springtime ©Vivian Zems Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry #188 – Quick and Slip
Smell The Coffee 