we talked ad infinitum on the docks, at the pier, in the park it was midsummer, with a warmth like it too and two sailboats streaked the lake but for the life of me I've forgotten what we said her washed out blond hair inviting rose colored lips polka-dotted red & white skirt and mustard yellow blouse
it was sparsely more than a few but they seemed to say "drink it in"
Scent of springtime wafts around the road's slow curve as it nears town, passing through low swampy ground where the rills are running down from the forest, deep and drear, fog enclosing hopes and fears for the future. Spring will come, when winter hibernation's run will end in waking. Life again will rise from loamy fecund soil, will prise from time by endless toil a season's freedom from its chain. The early snows have come and gone Wet fields await the deer and fawn.
Deep rich scent of spring today walking into the village. A few days of snow have yielded to rapid melting, and the world already smells like spring.
crows near barn faded red white stripe panes scitter scatter peck at grass crunch leaves coated floor scavenging seeds overhead like gold/red skyscrapers angular tall declension touches down free fall folks claim it's passed us by it jostles senses ramshackle deck weak 'n worn flimsy 'n haphazard wobbly uncertain ***** on railing fall into hands dismantling of childhood once was no longer is whistles blow crunchers onto old meeting place furry Beanie Baby zips across pole