April 9, 2015 § Leave a comment

An early mist dilutes the sunrise, dampening all but feathered wings and causing tulips to hug their petals tight. Later as heat and light accumulate in the spaciousness of a blue sky the tulips have been dropping their skirts, revealing a glamour fit to entice small bees who dirty their legs on sweet dust. Bird calls stipple the waning day.


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