Yesterday was a new day Thursday, March 3, 2022Thursday, March 3, 2022Ken Leave a comment but today feels old, like the hibiscus not blooming on the windowsill – it’s sunnybut it’s cold today outside and inside.All our leaves are wanting and we can’t even imagine we’ll ever be blooming. Share this poem:TwitterFacebookTumblrRedditEmailLinkedInWhatsAppPinterestLike this:Like Loading...