Fearful Buds

Friday 004

What is spring?

Is it the bright kelly of the green grass?

The soggy, muddy puddles from a week…nay, I say a month…of rain?

Is spring in the Mallard duck duo that waddle the nearby field

or the laborious, beginning push of daffodils and tulips?

In the fearful black buds against a damp gray sky, it is here.

Spring.

Hiding in the thorny bushes,

hiding from the golden sun,

holding off its presence a bit more,

a sneer upon its face,

it delights in watching us all go mad.

Want spring? Go here.

 

9 responses to Fearful Buds

    • bikerchick57 says:

      But, if only spring were first rate around here. I swear I am turning into a sweater-clad duck. Quaaaackkk!!!!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Andra, I really only ask for sun and normal temps at this point. This year has simply been “icky” in terms of weather.

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