Every day, a photograph, a poem. I love late April. I love when those tiny buds sprout into the light green of spring, as if spring herself is breathing out, forgetting winter, and calling to summer. Here on my Daily Walk is the view in Cole Park. Is it lovely? It is to me, and a time to pause to notice again the renewal of green on the hillsides, green tufts of grasses and iris and late daffodils. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax in the easing of winter’s grasp in this breath of fresh.
And so, a poem…
Past mid-April, theySheri Edwards
sprout: the light green, budding leaves;
the exhale of spring