6 April 2013
In Vermont we have glorious springs. It happens in the blink of an eye. We go from muddy browns to limey greens. Monkey waits under the bush with baby.
There are sleepy colors all around. This year I’ve noticed the winter costumes worn
by little trees and bushes at other peoples houses. Mine didn’t dress up.
A frail tree poses as a dancer with a wire tutu
Behind screens, three bushes wait, shadowy, seductive about to undress in spring.