A strong breeze blew this poem into the “holler” of my head … “Am I an April’s Fool?” I think […]

A strong breeze blew this poem into the “holler” of my head … “Am I an April’s Fool?” I think […]
A walk on the first day of Spring. Dark forest. Sun cuts through the sheltering trees to illumine wild daffodils. […]
Winter fades on the trail behind, as Spring opens on the trail ahead. Interesting explanation of the Early Equinox here: […]
Poem of Early Spring Doors are open Winter left, apparently, by appearances Before a wedding I officiated the groom’s younger […]