by sammy 2006
The summer as recovering from a crushed love; think you meant to say, "bare my soul."
Having been taken severely to task over the use of ''in my own writing, I found the enclosed words, 'pastures new' somehow comforting. BTW, loved the poem. A real incentive to anticipate Summer.
Crocus blooms, hope will Spring forward... Snow and pain will thaw together.
and I hope to read more of your passionate pen <grin (~_~)
read and enjoyed,,,hope the new begining is on the way,,,,very very nice reading,,xxxxxx