March 1 on a South Texas Country Road
Winter palette fades.
Painted over by Springing.
Weary gray tinges green.
Bare branch silhouette
Softens, hazed in chartreuse fog.
Baby leaves split tight coats.
Shiny buds unfold
Clover, dandelion, moss
Each green different
Why call it Red Bud?
It’s lilac, pink, violet.
Purple vetch vines, twines.
Blue wood violet,
Saffron puffs of sweet Huisache
Fill air with fragrance.
Indian Paintbrush
Tiny torches start to blaze,
scatter scarlet flames.
Not yet showing bloom,
Bluebonnets, Crimson Clover
soon add to Spring’s song.
Bleak chill of winter
Gives way to resurrection,
melody of Life.
Stones and Feathers 
Beautiful, by a beautiful person!
ff
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Thank you, FF!
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So BEAUTIFUL!!
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Thank you Juliana…I don’t know whether I am just paying more attention or the Huisache are truly more abundant and blooming earlier, but there are literally groves of them. I took the photo on one of my daily walks. The poetry started gathering during a trip home from buying strawberries at a farmer’s vegetable and fruit stand south of here.
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