…to begin again.
9.27.09.

Hybrid flower still under development.

A poem about the spring.

I was elated at what I saw in the pond, but it was only short lived.

This poem first appeared in the chapbook WRENCH by Bill Yarrow (http://erbacce-press.webeden.co.uk/#/billyarrow/4533233473)

Never let the hints of green fool you when you live in Colorado.

And peaceful moments it brings.

I had closed my world to the Sun and his spectacular spectacles! I had resolved that I won’t get weakened on seeing His face and would start immediately writing on him.

I read this question in one of the inspirational pages somewhere on the net. This question has captured my fancy like only a few other questions have ever done. Here’s how I would answer the question.

Friends are the best.