Saturday, April 19, 2008

#19 Nothing quite surprises . . .

Nothing quite surprises
like pink dogwood in the spring, unless
a cardinal flashes red
across a field and into the
thinning hardwood forests,
well before the trees have sprung leaves.
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3 comments:

  1. Granny Smith6:52 PM

    Lovely! The heading of your blog is spectacular.

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  2. January5:15 AM

    Very nice. I love how you captured this moment.

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  3. Anonymous4:00 PM

    This lovely little poem makes me miss the fact that we have no red birds in my area.

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