Thursday, April 12, 2012

Poem on a Plate


Go quickly and tell said...

too hard too read....

but no more difficult than one I posted several years ago.

Perhaps you would consider typing the verse out??

Poiema said...

and next he said: how tiny it is we whispered,
winter has gone beneath the misty places of your shadow
ships are my language,
and light your storm.

LOVED the forsythia poem; so cleverly worked, right up to the yellow background.
We have several forsythias that bloomed extra early this year, one of the first harbingers of spring.

Blessings on your day, Dana.