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Sarah Russell


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I wake to birds calling to spring
and rain, slow and steady,
nudging the tulips. In the gray
of my morning walk, the forsythia
are moments of sunshine
against the monotone of clouds —
blossoms tumbling down the hillside
like children laughing.


© by Sarah Russell.
Used with the author's permission.

 

 

 

 


Sarah Russell lives in State College, Pennsylvania with a patient husband and a curly dog named Smudge. Her poetry and short fiction have appeared in a variety of magazines and journals and her first collection, I Lost Summer Somewhere, will be published by Kelsay Press in May. Learn more about Sarah at www.SarahRussellPoetry.net.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Sarah Russell:
Thanks, Everyone!
Posted 04/23/2019 10:22 PM
Lori Levy:
Love the images in this poem.
Posted 04/23/2019 05:00 PM
wordartdjc:
Sweet amd so Springtime. I do love the brevity and last lines especially.
Posted 04/23/2019 09:59 AM
cork:
Very nice!
Posted 04/23/2019 08:43 AM
Larry Schug:
A splotch of color in a black and white photo.
Posted 04/23/2019 07:13 AM
paula:
Lovely language!
Posted 04/23/2019 05:23 AM


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