What I told Clothilde
“It’s spring, and you’re late, my love.”
Had she been quicker of mind, she might have asked me what her being late had to do with spring.
She took it as what it was meant – a carefree acknowledgment with the light heart of spring – and smiled…
– James Steerforth ( © 2008 )
A late spring variation for Totally Optional Prompts.
Spring does make us forgiving, doesn’t it?
I like the feeling I get when reading this poem!
Nice work - I like the interplay here!