sprouts
in loam
of tiny green
mounds…
mounds…
of linen
Shrouds
of light
beyond
near sight...
Recall a lust
held in trust.
Winter lingers, a liar
Saint Elmo’s fire.
I have a sense of alienation this Spring, as though nothing will ever be the same. Winter is lingering much longer than usual in central California, with rainstorms reminiscent of the Pacific northwest. This shot was from our usually barren front acre, during a freak hailstorm last month. It was followed by an even rarer snowstorm the following week, tricking the flowers and trees to retreat into dormancy even longer.
