"All the wooden path is broken
By warm tints along the way,
And the low and sunny slope
Is alive with sudden hope.
When there comes the silent token
Of an April day, --
Blue hepatica."
Dora Read Goodale
(1866-1915)
Just me rambling about birds, books, bunnies, or whatever!
3 comments:
I see you found some wildflowers on your walk.
Still March here ... even our daffodils are struggling.
tiny flowers among brown leaves.
perhaps a sign
life still has promise.
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