Spring Garden and a Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography, poems, Poetry
Tagged as backyard garden, circle, Davis, Ethel Mortenson Davis, forget-me-nots, pansies, tulips
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