Billowing red roses like bursting
hearts on stakes, lined the garden,
as many as the sorrows forgotten
by those walking by; for nothing
remains that is not in cultivation.
Julian O’Dea
8 Dec
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Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on December 8, 2017 at 5:13 pm
Happy springtime! Yesterday, I saw the first few flakes of snow fall here.