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farewell cool mornings
Spring dawn’s misty haze tranquil lake teeming with life
Tear kissed desert rose
A pall of melancholy hangs in the air for Spring’s quick death came all too soon with the birth of the sun’s fervid glare and the waning of the lush pink moon.
The air is fresh and bright on my early morning walk. Thrashers, perched on high treetops are beckoning for the sun to shine on them so they may bask in it’s warm light. The ocotillos are brilliant green with the top of each stalk…
Spring’s birthday unveils cherry icing on blue sky