I’m still wrapped, muffled, and gloved while early birds are Springing! Translucent blossoms, sultry pink in morning light, lure bees and flutter-byes. There! Coat and mittens closeted, to sulk all summer whilst I wander unburdened. There, among the blossoms: Blue Birds are house-hunting. Soon, they’ll be feeding little bug-converters.
Michael Theroux incessantly writes in all forms, from his cubby hole home office in Sacramento, California. See some of his work at terutalk.com.