again, the April dance of winter and spring. waves of winds and flowers and frosts
In April, Old Man Winter spins around with the young Spring. I hope she wears him out and sends him on his way soon!
Seeking balance. The sun will rise, the seasons will turn.
It snowed again yesterday, and there was fog on the little mount that faces the town from across the river. The snow melted fast so streets were wet, and everyone is impatient for the spring
Here in new England, Winter continues to resist the advances of Spring. As I write this, it’s been snowing again, all morning and into the afternoon. But the flakes are melting into slush once they hit the ground, and have so far failed to cover the newly exposed ground for very long.
a dance of day and night, a turn of the seasons
passageway through the seasons