Saturday, May 18, 2019
Sudden, Slow
Sudden, Slow
Sudden, slow,
three persons, one,
named deities, none,
what do these matter?
Today my dear and I
will go forth
among the trees
and the snow clad flowers,
we will smell freshness,
see the brightness
of new daisies, just born tulips,
faces scrubbed,
heads lifted,
we and they as one
in celebration.
Dorothy Walters
May 9, 2019
