Spring
May 12, 1986
Taken by water the oak (hollow) leans a little farther toward the bank where I listen to the sound of melting snow a warbler's voice sliding up the hill where a blade of grass can do no more than catch the wind.
Taken by water the oak (hollow) leans a little farther toward the bank where I listen to the sound of melting snow a warbler's voice sliding up the hill where a blade of grass can do no more than catch the wind.