Posted on April 24, 2021April 22, 2021 by Catherine ArcolioSleep Over April snow spent the nightthe running brook hopes to escort her back home Like this:Like Loading...
Love your poem and your photo. It’s magical when wet snow sticks to the branches and twigs of the trees – outlining them against the dark trunks. Loading... Reply
Wow, beautiful and dreamy.
thank you DiosRaw
gorgeous!
thanks Sharmishtha
magic
Love your poem and your photo. It’s magical when wet snow sticks to the branches and twigs of the trees – outlining them against the dark trunks.
yes it is!
Indeed! We got it here too 😊
Indeed, we got it here too 😊
Love it! 🙂
A stunning reminder of the beauty of winter, even in spring. Thanks.