The day after the vernal equinox,
a crane fly is outside
with the cold snow drifts,
and I am inside,
watching through delicate wings
for evidence of spring.
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Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
The day after the vernal equinox,
a crane fly is outside
with the cold snow drifts,
and I am inside,
watching through delicate wings
for evidence of spring.
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I bet that crane fly was just mortified at seeing all that snow… World weather sure is going topsy-turvy…