Tuesday, February 07, 2006

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.

The 'Kan EWA


Bre said...

I can't wait for spring. One of our miniature rose bushes still has some petals on it. It's refusing to give into winter. (Although the petals are kind of brown now.)

Bay Views said...

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