Spring waltzed in: heart full, old fashioned, and sensual.

Spring waltzes in: beautiful, hard to describe, sensual. There is something old fashioned in her grace, tender to her touch. She slips off, leaving you lost in a bed of hyacinth.

~ a dove’s call


The Kiss of Spring

Winter’s gentle exit;a promise of what’s to come. Simple beauty. Branches of forsythia, cut from the gnarly tree, grace unpolished silver.

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