All of winter I tarried.
The morning walk never materialized.
And then came warm and bright and welcomed me outdoors.
I went walking with the sun’s arrival and was rewarded—
With curtains and curtains of the pinkest bougainvillea!
Wreathed in vibrancy,
Making a glory of the road and trees and walls they embraced.
They nearly sing out to you, such colours they display!
And it is with a pink smile that you come back…
After being greeted so sweetly by Spring!