Come read this exquisite poem on Spring!
If I should return to your provenance I would bring one last offering. Those words you loved, that you spoke a thousand times or wrote just once. I would place them near, let those tender verses lie down beside you.
Wild wood
A trampled path winds
its way through the
reaching arms of evergreen
to a misty wild wood where my
heart lies down with yours.
White tail deer nibble goldenrod
lift the veil of solitude.
Spring showers and wild flowers
flourish here where
April lives forever.
image © Joan Egert
The Reluctant Poet 
Thank you so much Chuck xoxo
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