On our daily walk, the trees are finally sprouting in green and yellow and mourning dove is cooing

Spring Sprouts

March 21, 2024March 21, 2024 Sheri Edwards

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. On our daily walk, the trees are finally sprouting in green and yellow, mourning dove sings its soothing “Coo-oo-oo” over and over. As we approached Fiddle Creek, I noticed the change from the dark grey of empty branches to the light greens and yellows of spring buds on each tree. Worth a picture and a poem.

Poetry

Spring Sprouts

Blue skies, crowded clouds,
buds sprout green on trees; mourning
dove sings, “Coo—oo-oo.”
Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography