The trees are waiting for that moment when they look good in the light.
Day: February 10, 2020
Caveat: four stages
I have experienced this.
Caveat: Poem #1289 “See”
At first light, sometimes I take a walk. The road is dark and the trees loom. I see snow stained lavender. The stream rushes nearby. A puddle wears ice. Gravel crunches. I return. Birds speak. See.
– a nonnet