
Nature writes “Spring”
in colorful blooms, even
over rough bark.

Nature writes “Spring”
in colorful blooms, even
over rough bark.

yellow blossoms
herald the Spring:
fragrance spreads the news.

white blossoms
seen through still bare trees:
looks like fog, sans fog.
The light of day's end
brings out the sandy
grit of the arid
landscape.
The light of day's end
matches & compounds
the color of the
desiccated vegetation.
The light of day's end
turns the world
into someplace new --
somewhere I've never
been before.
My body knows this is
nothing like Mars;
my mind does not.