Spring Garden and a Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Circle
So fragile the circle
of the earth.
Clouds swirl upon her
in endless feathers.
All life surrenders to her.
She even brings you
back to me.
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wonderful garden wonderful poem!
Greetings! We miss you. Ethel and Tom.
This is lovely, Ethel. Especially those last two lines.