Saturday, April 01, 2017

The sweetest season....

The chickadees are back.
Wrens pick pine nuts off the deck tree ...
Deer tracks disappear, ditto dirty snow.
We are very near now 
  to bunnies
  and green
And I search for Jimmy Scott...

"For this time it isn't  fascination
Or a dream that will  fade  and fall apart
It's  love
This time it's  love
My  foolish  heart..."

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