April 2015

It’s hard not to feel the rising sap in this glorious weather…

Two ponies running
in a slant-lit evening field.
Just because they can



Such a profusion bursting out everywhere, especially that forsythia bush…

Forsythia sings;
roars gold in the setting sun,
silver in moonlight.



The ditches and banks are covered in primroses…

Primrose breakers roll,
foam silently on green shores
Trailing nets of bees



Little, nodding white flowers dance underneath the trees…

These early Spring woods
have their own bright Milky Way:
wood anemones.


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