Daylight comes earlier.
Picked-up the morning paper.
Went went for a walk.
The usual walkers were out before light.
The hill slowed my pace.
I will forget the pain when I finish –
It’s always that way.
The warmer temps are forecasted for Friday.
The bougainvilleas are yet to bloom.
The spring wildflowers are blooming.
Knowing that they have returned consoles.
Come Saturday, the white rose will still blossom.
Signifying courage through the long winter night.
A symbol of the poets struggle.
They will not be silenced.
— kenne
Thank you, Kenne, for the wonderful photo of my favorite flower, the rose!
Joanna
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