Tuesday, February 8, 2011


The ocean blue ceiling welcomes birds today; they dive right in rejoicing.   An ever-lasting light bulb breathes promises of spring soon to come, resplendent samples of warmth for all.  At the same time, a fan bites the face it kisses, gusting sassy reminders of winter's wrath.  For weeks yet to come, a tug-of-war will ensue between Unforgiving Winter and Youthful Spring; back and forth, warm and cool, in and out. 

Such is the life of a writer.

1 comment:

Jeni said...

interesting post :)