by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 March’s out, the way it came. April’s come, so have the rains. Gone’s the memory of winter pains. April’s tears, cry for May,Sun and rain softens the Potter's clay.
by Paul C. Binotto © 2018 While new-seed still sleeps within its sack, And the tools on racks, still burnish rusty stain,the blossoms and the birds have just come backto roost upon tree limbs, again. Proud Robins display, from out unbuttoned coats, their rosy vests. Loud and busy, they are about the knitting of new … Continue reading Blossoms and Robins