|A new season is on the horizon.|
|Thaw browns ground, uncovering last year’s leaves.|
|Sun paints the fields a tender green,|
|And flowers maples against cold blue.|
|Reflected on still water, sky becomes sea.|
|A lonely marsh calls to migrating birds.|
|The woods whisper of warmer days,|
|Leading us toward spring.|
Note: I'll be taking a 2-week blog vacation.
Next post on May 2.