We leave winter’s ice and snow
on the other side of the Sierras,
find spring colors waiting,
poppies and lupine in canyons,
yellow mustard claiming gentle
slopes of green, green grass.
How we worry with the bloom,
feel the leer of summer peeking
already to forget the drought.
Beautiful image and poem. Beautifully connected.
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NO, no, no, Shoot the ground hog. El Nino. More rain. More rain!
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