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.
too hard too read....
ReplyDeletebut no more difficult than one I posted several years ago.
http://hiddenart.blogspot.com/search?q=forsythia
Perhaps you would consider typing the verse out??
and next he said: how tiny it is we whispered,
ReplyDeletewinter 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.