A photo a day for thirty days.
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
Emily Dickinson
4 comments:
Oh, look! A harbinger of spring! Or, as my son pronounces it: a HAR-BRINGER.
Very nice.
Love your take on this series!!
snow on tulips! That is SO pretty!!!
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