Chartreuse
The chartreuse green of the Oak's tassels are a stark contrast to
the lavender of the Red Bud on this still windless spring morn. Fanbrushed wispy
clouds across a sky-blue sky intercepted by silent jets' exhaust streaking.
The sun's warmth lifts the spirits of the animals of nature, the dog stretched
out to soak up the sun and spring's sun brings joy to the white haired old lady
out on the porch.
a low flying plane's
noisy engine breaks silence...
thoughts scattered
Collected again, ahhh, the songs of the birds calling to each other. One steadily
chirps close by, two Mockingbirds argue, and another calls in the distance.
one lone buzzard soars
high above but below clouds...
fantasy take flight
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