We have two feet of snow on the ground, and no signs of spring,
so I went to Bow Street Flowers,
to see Shelley, and the bunnies, and for flowers.
I've written about Bow Street before--
It's like walking into a storybook.
I put the flowers in a low vase
so I can enjoy them when I am reading.
I look up from my book and see this.
Sometimes I close the book
and just gaze at the flowers.