The sunset aligns perfectly between the houses across the street.
Iris reticulata and crocus push through the pliable soil.
The sharpest edge of winter has passed. Though,
the blade may be drawn back at any time.
We still have the tough, early blooms.
A reminder of our own stubborn
resilience. The breeze is soft.
The downy woodpeker
feeds on the last of
the winter
suet.
Sunday, Early March
