Before the Bud

The wind is crisp when clouds cover the sun, what passes for warm when clouds disappear. Great oak trees, maple and elm, in full bare-branched display, before the bud. Red norway pine, just outside my window, enrobed in rich, cinnamon bark, still smiles with long green needles, bristling with resin-dipped cones. A great fascination I pursue, binoculars in tow, discovering many-generational squirrel nests, high in the trees; twigs, paper refuse, any and all acquired detritus, salvaged to create beautiful sanctuaries, to call home- I'm Truly Envious 04/26/14 © All Rights Reserved