These are lovely, John. Spring is such a hopeful time.The hedges here are full of hawthorn, bluebells and wild garlic. The world is green again.
My skin has a greenish tinge. Does that count?
No, probably means you need a bucket.
Cheerful, John. Thanks.Your poems all speak to me in some new way and I love to read them when I get the chance. You seem to hit the button every time. Your subjects are so varied as well, which is great.
you do have a knack for the words, da...daily ambrosia. tanks.
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