AUGURY

AUGURY

I watch through my window.

The warm, wet Chinook winds give a loving push to the edge of the Holler.

Lilacs bend and bow.

Their wispy budded arms sweeping the cerulean sky

clearing space for the sweet smelling clusters of trumpets

announcing spring’s arrival.

 

 

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