THE BENCH
THAT TOUGH COLD WINTER passed taking with it those elongated nights and shortened days of light, melting with a beam of sunshine the last whitish snowflakes over the tight grass.
On a lonely corner was “the bench”….while dawning she opened her “ears” listening to a tender song of a small sparrow perching on a slight branch.
Lengthening her wooden arms, still yawning she opened her dazzled eyes. With a blurred vision she saw a colorful bouquet of newly budded flowers, two straight trees lo
