This was Last Thursday. Our elevation was enough to grace our lands with marshmallow snow. It coated the trees in glorious late spring dressings of white.
Isn't the water pretty? This is not too far from me. If I want, I could see this everyday throughout the different seasons. I just never stopped to take a pic before.
A tall spire graces the corner of my house,
thrust up between the oak and birch.
On fronds of pine
and cone unseen,
Bright golden sprouts of spring
A sense of hope
upon me bring.
Focus on my Crocus
and you will see,
a harginger of Spring
a herald of Mother Nature's magic,
and a new season's king.