March 5, 2010


Until Blooms Come



Stepping into morning
with air crisp and cold
and the wind sighing
through the trees.

Footsteps seem intrusive
in this wintry world
where not even bird
or animal stir.

I stand amidst a world
devoid of color and remember . . .
a time of warmth when
nature was at its fullest.

But not so today
for now, it is only a memory –
a fond remembrance until
blooms come again.

— Dan Hardison


Photo by Dan Hardison
Wilmington, North Carolina


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