Strips of earth show between the drifts of spring left snow.
Glowing in the amber light of ever later sunsets.
Trees starting to bud in pale reflection of fall displays of pinkish red, pale green and soft orange-y yellow.
Sky blue-gray, clouds only on the horizon reflect the glory of the light.
Wisconsin is taking its time waiting for the kiss of spring. — JR
My Rural Wisconsin
Does writing get better with age?
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