Forced Spring

White camellias graced the pewter creamer on the mantel. Bright branches of forsythia, displayed in aged milk cans, flanked the front door. A canary sang, caged in the sunlit bedroom. It was a forced spring in late winter.


One thought on “Forced Spring

  1. What a lovely thought – to memorise a poem a day.

    I doubt if my brain will allow that much retention, but I will lose nothing by trying.

    In any event, I will subscribe to your blog if only to know how you are getting on.


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