I just might have to get out of the house and enjoy the day instead of sitting here rewriting my novel.
What about you? Any exciting plans on the first day of spring?
The green beetle flutters its wings
humming loudly against my ear
deep inside, I worry about everything
as I do year after year
But life keeps on going
and the dahlias will bloom and go
the sun rises and sets each day
life goes on – that much I know.
There are peonies in my house today,
their petals all abloom,
so soft, and so ethereal,
casting their spell throughout the room,
bathing everything that I see
in such sweet delight.
Will they remain as radiant till morning,
or will they be spent after the long night?