snow on top of grass
outside my window looks like
frosted shredded wheat.
I look at the sky
and wonder to myself if
you are listening.
you can have your juice
of pomegranate--make mine
from blood oranges.
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I say you float those sliced blood oranges in a lovely pitcher of sangria. Good times.
Posted by: Linda | March 09, 2005 at 04:10 PM
as soon as I posted I was thinking the very same thing. sangria...mmmmm. bring on spring!
Posted by: tbtine | March 10, 2005 at 10:04 AM