Today was warm, sort of. The morning was a write off. I drove over to New Lebanon and stopped at Hand Hollow. Things looked brown and green seemed far off even thouogh it’s *right there* – so close. Not yet.
I came home and set up my little sit on cart to paint daffodils. They may get covered with snow overnight and looking back, that’s become rather traditional. They are really so lovely and I look forward to them every year and enjoy their blooming days. I hope they don’t have too rough a night. These haiku came out of the last one which was jotted down in my pocket notebook. Glad it didn’t get away.
middle of april
despite the daffodils’ glow
snow taps my windowtrying not to paint
each petal, many petals
blur of daffodilstonight’s wind sings
through trees heavy with blossoms
let the song be kindsmall twig quivering
i cannot ask you to rest
from singing with wind
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