Pecan Pie

Social Anxiety from the South

Dogwoods

Little green clamped tight
In desperate need of the Southern sun’s attention
Stingy all these months
But I see that hint of crisp, thick white at the tip
Waiting for the perfect ray to coax it
And peel back that miserly bud

show April what you’ve been holding inside.

Written by thelittlepecan

April 5, 2013 at 5:20 pm

Posted in naPoWriMo

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