• Bruce Siebold

Ten Days


Like an old friend that comes to visit once each year, the crab apple blossoms fill the springtime air with excitement, hope and glorious colors. My dear friend, you stayed such a short time and after only ten days it was time to depart. Soft breezes carried your petals to the ground, and once again, I am left with only the memory of our friendship and the sweet smell of your perfume.

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