The Season

Each day melts into the next,forming a long icicle that hangs silently in the front window. The quiet rhythm of long hours and tedious tasks is broken only by a loud SNAP as the icicle goes to the tulips, who have been waiting patiently; clearing the eaves of the front porch where I live,
announcing the arrival of spring.


JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA