A Shawl, Mine Worn Comments

Interesting metaphors depicting the semi-hibernating of winter’s shadowy days. Well done. Read mine – Spring – Adeline

Very good use of words, clear and makes a profound statement

Beautifully flowing. I know this so well. At last the daffodils trumpet that spring is on her way. She will lift our hearts as slowly and delicately as she allows us to relish her beauty. Ty

A fabulous description of how the lengthening days of February and March make us crave for the time when the sun will tempt us to emerge from our sleeping place and engage the the world again when long winter finally comes to and end. A particularly apt piece to have run across as we wish for the end of a winter that came in hard and is reluctant to leave.

Speaks to me of a hunger in need to be sated… of a longing in need to be satisfied… with the first of spring’s flower blossoms… I am waiting with you… hungry and imprisoned… a beautiful pen … touché to you dear poet!

Slanting height of sun spins around brings winter and spring To say hello to you