Friday 9 May 2008

White, all around us

White, everywhere I look, all around
In the trees, on the ground.

The wind blows and the petals fall gently, silently,
like snowflakes.

Their sweet scent fills the air,
It is our reward for having survived the winter.




From the lounge room, from the bedrooms, from the balcony. Everywhere we look.

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