Went out this morning to paint and take a look around. The world is that sparrow brown gray although here and there a willow adds a glimmer of gold or some stunning red (think alizarin crimson!) brush along the rows.
Green spears
scattered daffodils
thrusting up
pushing aside the
grey-brown fog
of early April.
The still silent
birch sighs above
one woke crocus,
a yellow sun
in an otherwise
empty lawn.
Those daffodils were up a full inch or two higher when I returned home a few hours later!
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My daffodils have come and gone.
As will mine in a few weeks!