Our canyon gleams
with sunlit shades
of rejuvenated green,
dirt tracks damp
after rain, white skiffs
of popcorn flowers
primed to usurp the flats
and gentle slopes
to divvy up with gilded
fiddleneck before the blue
lupine and golden poppies
display the sloppy guise
of springtime’s spilt paint
for photographs, daydreams
and April showers.
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Lovely spring poem John. Hope this finds you and Robbin well and happy!
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So nice to hear from you Heather. We’re doing fine, enjoying the wet weather!
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