spring
Writing
Identity
By Sarah DevneyThe applewood boughs were once laden with revenant spring,
Pillars of sanctuary to golden finches lost in flock,
Through throngs of feathered wings batting valiantly against turbulent affairs,
One single creature is mottled by solitude,
For it drives him insane to be so isolated,
Iris: A Haiku
By Hana SpanglerSpring brings the iris
budding from the sodden ground
life’s color at last
Crying for the Beauty
By Catherine StrayhallWith winter gone, she can THROW her window open wide
With spring arriving, she can dance in bright SUNSHINE.
This is what it is to LIVE without regret;
To know she can NEVER FORGET, only move on.
With BLUE above, so open, so clear and bright