SPRING EPHEMERALS
WOODLAND VIOLET
RED TRILLIUM
HEPATICA
SPRING BEAUTY
BLOODROOT
ADDER'S TONGUE
Oppressive is the April heat, spring stealing days of bloom, soon the leafy canopy will close as spring woods hasten towards the summer shade.
Long winter wait is hardly worth the effort. Optimism tries to win the day, but time is of the essence. Blink and spring is in retreat, to hide from summer heat. Richness of color, largeness of bloom, all shrivel in dry April, shrink in April heat. We are all adapted to long term averages, be we plants or not, to really reach our peak.
Each weather shortened spring seems stolen from our lot, never gotten back and too quietly is forgot. Memories and fondness harken back to springs that seem to last forever, with time to relish changes life begets with winter’s mantle tossed. But summer with no spring is winter with no fall. Neither quite as bearable, transition much too short, for it is the changing that spring and fall does best.
Endless summer, endless winter, boredom soon prevails, give me change in spring or fall, with time enough to savor, that does seem best. Enlivens life to reach a peak, Frees thoughts stifled by the Bore.
The summer-like dust smothers fragrance so much alive in April’s good, rich, damp earth. RDS
HEPATICA
SPRING BEAUTY
BLOODROOT
ADDER'S TONGUE
Oppressive is the April heat, spring stealing days of bloom, soon the leafy canopy will close as spring woods hasten towards the summer shade.
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Brief is the refrain of spring’s ephemerals, heat shortened even more. The glory of spring quickly passes; savoring the moment in in summer oppressive heat is not to be.
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Life mysteries are best
In proper perspective kept,
Only gradually revealed
Should such Truths yield.
In proper perspective kept,
Only gradually revealed
Should such Truths yield.
Long winter wait is hardly worth the effort. Optimism tries to win the day, but time is of the essence. Blink and spring is in retreat, to hide from summer heat. Richness of color, largeness of bloom, all shrivel in dry April, shrink in April heat. We are all adapted to long term averages, be we plants or not, to really reach our peak.
Each weather shortened spring seems stolen from our lot, never gotten back and too quietly is forgot. Memories and fondness harken back to springs that seem to last forever, with time to relish changes life begets with winter’s mantle tossed. But summer with no spring is winter with no fall. Neither quite as bearable, transition much too short, for it is the changing that spring and fall does best.
Endless summer, endless winter, boredom soon prevails, give me change in spring or fall, with time enough to savor, that does seem best. Enlivens life to reach a peak, Frees thoughts stifled by the Bore.
The summer-like dust smothers fragrance so much alive in April’s good, rich, damp earth. RDS
WRITTEN AFTER 90F. HEAT!! The last week in April.
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