Read this wonderful piece:
Laughing at what winter thought was dead
A Poem by Craig Froman
Each blossom is a seed of hope...
Laughing at what winter thought was dead
Perennial madness in my lifty-lofty head
Tender plants, sprouting their true leaves
Alba flowers and amurensis-sighing sleeves
And your pomegranate lips a musical entice
Cross fields of sage and lavender-white rice
Grafted beauty on floating winds of thyme
You dance like magic on variegated rhyme
And life is laughing, spinning, leaping too
As winter’s sterile promise all fell through!
