the spice of ginger
sweet sight of snowdrops
a feast for winter weary eyes
Tag: eyes
Susan Stayed Late
her smiling eyes
outside the window
still
We Catch Eyes
and understand
these woods hold
room enough for both of us
Proliferation
pink rabbit ears
multiply
before my eyes
For Hungry Eyes
sweet
the sight
of maples budding
Look
two bright poppy eyes
one wears shade
mascara-ed stamens
Coloring
my eyes
can hardly hold
all the beauty that unfolds
