Mar 14, 2024
So true. I savor every instant of Spring. It seems like I blink and it's Summer, which is also lovely but it is not Spring. Spring is transcendent.
Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself