on Ed Hart's Spring

some days

the wind is too rough,

and spring rains

overwhelm,

 

suns still shine,

 

and the glories

of a new morning

raise spirits anew

 

nectar is sweetest

when shared

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

What spring.I want to be there too, come what may, and can I share some of the nectar as well?

[Ed Hart]

you have to get wet and windblown if you're going to race for the sun...have i told you lately that i love you