Abstract: Spring ‘24
Today is bright and warm.
New leaves stretch to greet the sun,
And leopard frogs are yelling for a mates down by the creek, a taste of the summer to come.
But yesterday was cool and gray and drizzly.
The mountains were dusted with fresh powder,
And the wind nicked at my lips, a reminder we still closer to winter than summer.
And that’s what spring is,
Not winter,
Not summer.
Something in between.
