Sunday afternoon our journey began. A balmy 63 degrees
Clouds dance.
Solo the Meadow Lark sings
Welcoming spring
We journey on
Clouds tumbling, swirrling
Abandoned
Neglected
Ferocious clouds, gathering
Pompey's Pilar
Stands remembering
Journeying on
Clouds dance.
Solo the Meadow Lark sings
Welcoming spring
We journey on
Clouds tumbling, swirrling
Abandoned
Neglected
Ferocious clouds, gathering
Pompey's Pilar
Stands remembering
Journeying on
Soon the day will be done
Snow is forecast.
Monday it snowed all day.
Still snowing tonight.
You've sent the storm our way, Ruth. It's snowing hard now, temp dropped fast this evening, like yours. We have a snow day tomorrow, which is welcome. As I keep saying, we need the moisture, no matter how we get it.
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing picture poem really showing the changing sky. The sky tells all. Hope spring returns to you soon.
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