Moving A Season

April 17.

Spring

Was called for almost a month ago.

Flowers

And Showers

Are supposed to be our lot now.

But

I Am

In the storehouses of the snow.

This place

Says, “no”

To the new.

Old

Wineskins

Die hard,

Even in the temples which worship new growth.

When

The Mystery gets used to what was

Spring

Cannot find its Space.

But

I Am

Not

Staying in the storehouses of the snow,

Insists

“Wine flow,

In

Daffodils

And lilacs.

Survive.

Crack

Those old

Casks and finally

Burst Forth!”

2020 Home Photo Challenge 4-17-20

THIS YEAR I AM GIVING MYSELF A CHALLENGE! ONE PHOTO EVERYDAY TAKEN FROM MY HOME. IF YOU WANT TO JOIN JUST TAKE A PHOTO IN OR AROUND YOUR HOME AND WRITE YOUR OWN BLOG AND POST THE LINK IN THE COMMENTS SECTION BELOW IT.

I’ve been working on this for two days. You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve thrown away. The pile on the right next to the bookcase is next.