Spring snow: sixteen snapshots

Spring snow: the night before, I woke to the sound of swans

Spring snow: the spicebush outside my window captures more & more of the sky

Spring snow: one mourning dove adds an extra half-note

Spring snow: the soft ground sinks under my boots

Spring snow: last year’s stalks of Oswego tea don fresh caps

Spring snow: whitewashed walls of a springhouse look anything but white

Spring snow clinging to every twig trunks glow green with lichen

Spring snow: the black cat crouches beside a vole’s burrow

Spring snow on budding maples: faint blush of pink

Spring snow covers up the letters on a “No Trespassing” sign

Spring snow: the woods won’t be this dark again until early summer

Spring snow: soft thumps as it drops off the trees, water loud in the creek