to the old oak leaves
piled by the wind
spring offers a pink bouquet
First In The Garden
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
to the old oak leaves
piled by the wind
spring offers a pink bouquet
What is the pretty pink flower? I haven’t seen anything wild near me that color
I don’t know its name, I found it late last year and put it in the garden. So it was a sweet surprise.