Monday, April 14, 2014
dogwoods wash the mountains
with snow; a cold snap.
The bluebirds give a cantata,
trillium dance in pink slippers
among the fern; a cold snap.
Lambs frolic in verdant pastures,
jonquils dot the banks
of Hyatt Mill Creek; a cold snap.
Butterflies sip nectar
from blankets of purple phlox,
fragrance wafts on a chilled breeze.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Granny Trese Shook Lee said when the dogwood trees bloom and we have a cold snap, that it's "Dogwood Winter."
The old-timers had names for these cold spells that came in spring. "Blackberry Winter" will come when the blackberries bloom.
I wish my blogger friends a very Happy Easter!
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