Here and Now

Herded by breezes, the spring clouds shift among the sky's fields, now scattering far, now flocking together, and all the time shadows cross fields and woods and town, making bright or dim the greened landscape. The day's cool air sings the rustling of fresh leaves and the alternate chatter and clatter of woodpeckers, and the caws of crows and, now and then, the swift, soft thunder of hummingbird wings. This is the nearest it comes to storm these flickering hours, the flutter of leaves recalling the sound of gentle rain. Colors, woken by the season, now array twig and branch, and all shapes are softened as the world dons its plush new cloak. The bees will make such honey of April!

( Sunday Verse )

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