The line between gray winter and bright-eyed spring dims today adrift in the chill of feathery fair-weather clouds and the short, shrill songs of rain-soaked…
Tag: spring
These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…
The hum of wings mid-air pause hovering my quick gasp of breath at the sight of the brilliantly colored throat swift flight eyes darting furtively…
W ishlist of dreams I go running L onging for a brief D alliance with nature F ield of flowers L eisurely and lissome O…
The night we swam in the pond dark water and moonlight our teeth slightly chattering, brilliantly gleaming in the not quite warm spring glad your…
You might slip away solitary one day as the sun sinks low at eventide or drift away one April morning as a burst of green…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…