~Branches in blossom shake
to the rhythms of the wind...
A few flecks~
in three directions~
wet green valley...
~Day by day
~Mocking birds singing love tunes~
voices of dying winter.
~From dark trees,
An owl's hoot,
~From Above the Fog
~It snowed so hard, and was so windy,
that only certain trees wore a blanket of white!
It began melting just before dark! ~As if just
a gentle reminder from old man winter letting
spring know he is still near by!