sun warms the air and light frost turns into wisps of mist as the flight of light is dispersed it shreds the fog colors of morning are muted and birds sing on the wing searching for natures feast while squirrels chatter and chase each other through budded branches of spring
01/12/2005
I wish I could do nature stuff. People like you do it so well.
I love the way you soak up spring and turn yourself into another creature - but one who can observe and give voice to the unfolding delight of this season.