Deserting Winter

A very early Spring away from my home domain. Leaving the ongoing cold and snowdrifts piling high. To a renown valley where fruit blossoms will survive, protected by the ancients and its erosion—two lakes on either side.

Seeing and taking in the sounds of returning ducks, some begging for their usual scraps of bread.  Feeling the sun's warmth on exposed arms and face, while lingering over morning's fresh cup of coffee.

Tiny yellow and mauve perennials resting in leafy green collars. Tree buds bursting from their old and weathered grey sleeves, with the smell of freshness, yet a sweetness in the air.

                                                    A moment in time,
                                               Savoring this new season,
                                                    Peace­ful calm inside