
It’s been a week of wild winds
that ruffle and tossle the wisteria
as she lets down her hair.

I gave myself a “pass” on the post
I’m still whisking
and wandered offroad
watching brisk billows
stir up the whitecaps of Spring.

I just had to pull over
and watch them bloom
and breathe in all this sweet goodness

and let it nuzzle my spirit.
May it nuzzle yours:)