Peeking yellow, red
Tulips break the cold, dark, earth
Yet, still I shiver
Tired of winter
sniffling frozen noses
Grey, slow, roll of cloud
Yesterday, one ray
pierced straight through concrete path
I caught a glimpse: spring.
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My love meets me on the Hill after a Saturday class. In the mist of four o clock and the salt of margaritas, he takes my mittened hand and we walk.
Around the Capitol. Literally around it. From the House buildings on the south, walking north but into the park, along the east front. The yellow warm of the lights hitting the moon-colored marble columns. It’s breathtaking. Truly, deeply, breathtaking. I had forgotten how much so. and like, as an intern here so many summers ago, I feel lucky.
[“The U.S. Capitol at Night” on Flickr by DoYouMindtheGap]
Lucky, not only for the obvious, living in this country, in comfort and prosperity, having friends and family and hope and heart… but the littler things, too. Living HERE, in D.C., where a class is held at the Library of Congress, Read the rest of this entry »
