for the buds of spring
Shadow Wait
for the buds of spring
A Note, Photo, and Poem — for years this I wrote every day, now once a week
for the buds of spring
A winter view atop the Grand Coulee looking north to Moses Mountain
Like the world today: we choose; I choose hope and find resources
Listen to what the earth is telling us....
the one we found by the lake
just thinking on what we could be doing, and maybe that's magical thinking-- more probably, a choice
just waddling their own business
Like autumn leaves to memories
or.... is she?
Will Earth stay hydrated?