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.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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2 Responses to What I told Clothilde

  1. Linda Jacobs says:

    Spring does make us forgiving, doesn’t it?

    I like the feeling I get when reading this poem!

  2. tumblewords says:

    Nice work – I like the interplay here!

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