the birds answer when she knocks
Springtime drifts through the opened door
on a cloud of green perfume
trailing petals
When you catch the scent,
look up before it’s over
This note is for you, and for me.
Springtime needs no scribbled reminder
She arrives
full of luscious promise
whether you and I
are here
whether we notice
or not
Puff Of Smoke Poems 