Wednesday, March 03, 2010

A walk with Claude


Down a dusty path
the wind tumbles softly along,
the blossoms grow like
billowing clouds of cotton,
nestled in soft pillows of pink.
Claude takes a stroll
through the fresh perspective of spring,
cold white snowflakes are gone,
now it's warm, white petals
floating all along.

6 comments:

Alicia Padrón said...

I love this Woody!! :o)

froggie said...

this is wonnnderful, willie! what a great character and terrific pink trees!

Jessica Miller said...

The picture is adorable and your writing is great! Good job, love the poem. You're amazing to me. :)

Sarah Ackerley said...

I love it! His little french shirt is perfecto :)

elizabeth said...

Oh, this is lovely. Reminds me of cherry blossom season in Washington. Is it spring yet?

Alicia Padrón said...

I came to see Claude again because he is so awfully cute! :o)