If I could tell you a thousand gratitudes
I would not then be done.
You are my glowiest mid-March moon
And you are my winter sun.
You are the breath of mist in the valley
As the light warms over the hills
You are the sweetest birdsong
I’ve ever heard;
Your each note brings me thrills.
Every day I’m amazed by your gifts
And the wonder that you create
A better muse I could not wish for
On this nearspring artists’ date.
Your comments and creative works are like the first sun rays in the morning, all of them. Thanks for being so utterly divine. I feel lucky to have friends so fine. 🔆 💙