The buds of the grapevine are opening their fragile faces
Along its knotted arms
At last away tight fists of leaves!
Away dead and brittle air!
Something is happening here.
Smell of the sun on my body
Smell of the loamy decay sprung back
Smell of the laughter of God
Welcome home little earth
Welcome home!
Photo courtesy of Beniamin Pop
The First Sunny Day of April
By: Patricia Kositzky (View Profile)
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