Watching and waiting
for spring to come
nestle its buds into reaching fingers
eager to touch their velvet blooms
Like the rain that falls,
I too am falling, spilling over
crooked edges, crevices unseen
reaching me, filling me
I could melt with its puddles
gushing currents, carry me away
no bending, swaying of supple branches
Still. I am still waiting for spring to come
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Great boston pictures!!! I love Newbury street!!!! It's always so fun! Though I'm glad I wasn't in the snow I'm SUPER jealous you got to meet all Linds friends and hang out with her:) I'm glad it worked out for you to stay there!!! Love you lots!!!!!!!
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