The morning walk takes us
to an otherworldly place
where winter aconites grow
and butter the park like toast.
They fill the air with a spring glow,
Persephone’s annual boast,
a fanfare to the sea swell,
the burgeoning tsunami yellow
of crocuses and daffodils.
Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Filling the Page
De, our host this week, asks us to get our fill of quadrilles.