tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Spring
Spring Makes an Entrance
first she whispers, then she howls, after which she lifts her skirts and tiptoes in, her delicate footsteps leaving crocuses and fresh green shoots of sweet meadow grasses in their wake, she laughs, she sighs, and I fall in love with Spring all over… Continue Reading “Spring Makes an Entrance”
Seven Purple Crocuses
crystals coat my eyelashes and my puffed breath swirls before my face the mist runs its fingers through the low-lying trees the quiet whisper of dried and yellowed grass in the slightest breeze the grasp of winter’s white blanket still wrapped around their ankles… Continue Reading “Seven Purple Crocuses”
60 Second Pluviophile
Pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. One minute. Just one minute of a gentle spring rain. Spring birds calling. I think you can hear the neighbor’s goats a couple times. You can’t see… Continue Reading “60 Second Pluviophile”
Spring Day(dreaming)
The sun is shining. Two of the volcanoes are smoking and my beach is nearly deserted. Where I live, we get 15 hours of daylight today, as the sun will set in about three hours at 21:35. It’s incredibly peaceful as I alternate between… Continue Reading “Spring Day(dreaming)”
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