The dark has found its limit.
While the return of warmth
always lags, today
holds the promise of bare feet
prospecting through lush meadows
and the fleeting laughter
of last night’s dream.
The Limit
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
The dark has found its limit.
While the return of warmth
always lags, today
holds the promise of bare feet
prospecting through lush meadows
and the fleeting laughter
of last night’s dream.
I like this poem, it inspires hope. Spring will come again.
Glad to hear.
Inspiring one💕
Spring will spring forth again. ❤️
It better.