Hope floats on yellow puddles….

I’ve been playing with interesting thoughts, like homemade playdough, but my writing has gone gimpy with pollen. It’s hard to breathe yellow air. For the past two weeks I’ve been inhaling mouthfuls of fuzzy air so thick with reproductive power it’s dozy-making. And I’m getting terrible mileage, as if my air filter needs changing. Tonight I’m listening to welcome rain splashing the earth clean again. The oxygen will be friendlier tomorrow. Hope floats on yellow puddles.


  1. Mary on April 9, 2010 at 7:57 am

    sounds like you live in my neck of the woods.
    I could see it really begin in earnest on Tuesday. By Wed. evening everything was covered. Walking outside was like walking through layers of dust. I am thankful for the rain!!

  2. sharon leaf on April 10, 2010 at 11:03 pm

    Gold dust everywhere, until raindrops washed it away, for now…forever, I hope.

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