Friday, April 15, 2016

Friday Poem

Art and Environment
Edward Hessler

By C. E. Price [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Where I live Forsythia bushes come as onesies and twosies--no great cascades or plump rows.  They are one of the welcome yellows of spring, though.

Here, is a poem of remembrance about Forsythia as seen by an old woman.

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