Three seasons

Yesterday afternoon I went down to the lake for a brief walk—it was -9° C but the sparkling sun called me.  I wrote a short poem and took a few photos:

Three seasons converge—

On dusted glass gems

smooth branch shadows lean

over brown leaf scatter

as faithful spring buds swell.

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