snowmelt. rain. every morning we step out onto a new road: frozen, muddy, puddly, dry…. I wonder what D makes of it all. How does his canine mind absorb these transformations?
spring floods . . .
how did the puddle become?
a lake
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Dear Reader:
As its title suggests this post originated earlier in the month but due to a variety of factors it didn’t manage to graduate from ‘draft’ to ‘published’. Since early April we’ve had a mini summer, frost, and now it’s in between. Happy Poetry Month!
Janice
Ontheland 
oh my! and such marvelousness (@—–>—)
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Thank you, Dorna 🌷☘️🌷
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