Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Winter laid an egg of snow
for March to roost upon
we’ll count the days until the hatch
of finely feathered spring.
Now that’s beautiful, both words and photo
Amazing. Beautiful capture – both words and image.
Wow! I love the photo and the words. But I am sad to see winter go 🙁
Your words reflect the image very nicely. Simple but poignant. Jane
I loved the picture and then read your beautiful poem. I have re-blogged both on my blog for all to see. Thanks for this moment.