kvetch, pondering, et al… a repository.
A slip o’ green grows
struggling, amidst a patch of
dry, deserted land.
| elshazamerie on Viva la Revolución | |
| ringo on tempus fugit | |
| Flowers for the aest… on Flowers for the aesthete | |
| mittens on tempus fugit | |
| Mr. Queasy on tempus fugit |
Saturday, February 16, 2008 at 6:40 am
just like a mirage,
the foliage arises;
fragile oasis.
Saturday, February 16, 2008 at 12:50 pm
Fragile, but daring.
A humble sprout soon swaggers:
‘Try to stop me now!’
Sunday, February 17, 2008 at 12:10 am
Tyrannous weather
cannot deter the brave sprout;
a grove will follow.