Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Spring

Spring blossoms float.
They waft lazily on the breeze,
shimmery in the sun fog
on our cool-morning walk.
You see them.
You say,
"Snowflakes, Grandma!"
and you lift up your arms
with your face turned up to the sky,
twirling in circles.
The flakes kiss your eyes.
Your delighted laughter
bubbles out.
And I stop
and I smile
and hold this moment
close
in my heart.

5 comments:

Sandy said...

Beautiful flowers, beautiful words.

Lora said...

ahhh, I love this! What gorgeous imagery...
Happy to meet you through WOW :)

WhiteSockGirl aka The Fabulous Bitch said...

I love this! So beautiful. Your words actually form an image in my mind. You good. Very good.

Congrats of being the WOW BON.

(I am not big on acronyms,.. but well, what can you do?)

Colleen said...

Beautiful! The relationship between grandparents and grandchildren is very special. I recently wrote about some of my own grandparent memories:

http://collology.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandparent-stories.html

Leah Rubin said...

Totally lovely! So glad I found you via WOW. I'm a 60-year old grandmother who's also a some-time writer. It was never my total profession, but always my heart's desire. I've done some freelancing, and (like you) still ponder writing the Great American Novel. We shall see!