It’s the middle of autumn, and look at my crocuses. I feel like crying every time I look them, the only things brave enough to be sprouting when everything else is going to sleep.
Also, I’m writing like a maniac. I’m glad so many of you said you were looking forward to reading my poems, because I’m loving this kind of posts. I hope you like the shots and the words!
As usual, click on the picture to read the poem better.