A big front went through which made it rain and snow and hail and wind and then – Sun. A nice end to the day.
Before the trees leaf out in April,
hills are another shade of stubble.
Gold in the sun, violet below.
Pink in first blush of warm
the light slashes through them,
shivering each straight trunk
yearly urge to push upward.
Listen to those twigs whistle,
soon these low woods will be
chattering, all dark green
maple and poplar’s sap yellow.
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Gorgeous work on all fronts–poem, photos, watercolors!💜