Two weeks past, I went for a walk amidst the brown of early April.
Grass seized the only color, peeking its newborn green out of a former blanket the color of straw.
Trees held the first offering of spring buds, waiting to burst into naïve, pale leaves.
The creek crept contentedly past a thicket of brown bits along its bank,
and under the speeding wheels of a four-lane highway.
Destination unknown.
The path of April’s newness begins with shades of brown and wooden slats,
waiting for the splendor of color and life to spring in an instant before us.
Spring is “this close” to bursting open here. Although, it was in the 30s this morning. I love these shots. I’m not sure how many people understand the brown period of spring.
I used to hate the brown of April because I thought it was so boring. But I’ve come to see the beauty of the month, how it transforms the landscape and our spirits.
DELIGHTFUL ! – I do like that kind of plain verse, M-J: it allows one to express oneself so much more picturesquely, without being poncey !
Thanks M-R, glad you liked it 🙂
Glad to see you getting outside without snow!
Shhhh…don’t say that word. I think we’re in the clear now, but you never know!