A Poem


Spring Ball

Under a festive sun

A red wing blackbird chants.

Shy as debutantes

The daffodils dance

Shielded from brisk vernal winds

By the paternal church wall.

I am a gate crasher

At this merry spring ball.


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The blogger is a dilettante writer, empty nester, anxious environmentalist, and registered nurse living in Stratford, Ontario, Canada. The scribbles here in are her thoughts on building a healthy, not boring, post-Christian, post-neo-liberal Just Society. And also some other stuff… just for fun.

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