An Uncertain Spring
The wind whips at my window, leaves slapping and crushing against the screen. Rain and sleet strike through to the glass-paned barrier with unfettered force. Is the weather voicing its control, or just saying, “The season is a-changing?” Calendars noted Spring a month ago, but by whose authority? Meteorology professes there are four seasons with…
Snow White Whistles with the Birds
There are seven of them, whistling, so pert and happy while I lie in bed, yawning and sleepy (maybe even a little grumpy) at being awakened so early. Muddled and dopey from sleep, I shuffle to the bathroom and bashfully look in the mirror at my snow white image. I splash cold water on my…
Looking for Spring
I saw it peek through the crusty earth; I caught a glimpse glistening on a rock; And the breezy freshness, Ahh! But, I fear since it’s April First, ’twas just a tease.
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About Me
Hi, I’m Phyllis, an author and artist. I have written poetry most of my life and started blogging several years ago. Most of my poetry is upbeat and brings a positive spin to life.
Phyllis Moorman 