it is finally finally finally
warm - kind of,
sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it
that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days
of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow
would enjoy our finally finally finally
spring.
The East Wind is a rabbi in a darkened shul. He sits pored over the Torah scroll long into the night, his back bent like a cane. People come and go and come again, whispering prayers for the needy, the hungry, the sick.
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
I walk home wearing twin braids with bows
and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.
Snow like a blanket, thick and white,
I want it to fall all through the night -
to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,
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Eek, it is here! And the daffodils popping through the snow have been such a sight these past couple weeks, I love that detail! Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks for reading! :D
We might need to wait for finally finally finally finally spring...
haha I hope not! but yes Vermont is so unpredictable which is one of the reasons I love living here!
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