Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Recovering

Returning from sickness
through corridors that arbitrate "you go down that way"
not all having to do with the size of some lymph nodes
nor the redness of a throat
but more to do with the wonder I feel
at seeing a budding maple on a gray afternoon.

3 comments:

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Beautiful.

Steph said...

This one is vivid in images. Red, red.

Happy National Poetry Month!

Anonymous said...

Enjoy the spring,be well. Eric