On my way up to the mountains two days ago, winter holds on still. Snow showers made for an eerie drive. This dampened my enthusiasm for a peek at spring’s arrival in the mountains. I doubted there would be any evidence, as it turns out I was right. The property was covered in snow encrusted with ice.
now adorned with buds
lure of spring
creek gallups without reserve
spring melt, brazen song of spring