the journey goes on
I put some new steps
leave other traces
the road is straight
and clean
winter?
possible
outside
it is
like freezing grey
frost in the morning
surprises
possible
that the flutter of angel’s wings
overtake clouds
at some point
today
in my heart
freedom
warm and calm
in a pot
grass blooms
again
and the journey goes on
poojycat 
Those first signs of Spring — shooting up out of the ground! Nothing like it to validate that the journey goes on.Here in Morocco, the farmers til the fields on the hillsides and plant grass in rotting crops. The first green shoots sprouting reminded me of Spring, although the calendar says “winter.” Going by the feeling in the air, I vote for Spring! Thank you for capturing that exquisite feeling of “first grass” in these well-chosen words. ♥
you are very welcome dear Alia, hope the spring hits Morocco slowly, delicately reminding of winter being still here 🙂 Much love to you ~~
Lovely. May I reblog?
sure you can 🙂
Many thanks. 🙂
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