Pussywillows Live In Our Hearts

PUSSY WILLOWS LIVE IN OUR HEARTS The catkins, silver flamed, light up each branch. I choose a bunch to brighten up a room, to celebrate this Dingus Day of Spring. We gobble gab, with pierogies on hand, and sip our wine, and beer. We lift, we cheer - To life! Then bow our heads for those we mourn. 6/8/2107 In memory of my uncle and cousin
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Wood Avatar
June 9, 2017 at 6:25 PM
"Catkins, silver flamed . . ." Kim, this one really stands out. Word choice, imagery, sentiment. This one came from inside. Thank you for sharing. - Dean
Rodrigues Avatar
June 9, 2017 at 7:35 PM
Thanks so much, Dean!
Wolf Avatar
June 9, 2017 at 12:42 AM
A very thoughtful poem, Kim! Nice one!
Rodrigues Avatar
June 9, 2017 at 4:38 AM
Thank you, WW!
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