Hasn’t this been an interesting year so far weather-wise? Will Spring ever arrive and stay? What about summer?

As we wait, might as well notice what’s been interesting about it.

Tree Moods
Trees move me
Even when downed
Mystery wrapped in texture
Changing with seasons
The rush and robbing of light
The dogs and I
Drift off the path
A closer look around
Checking each angle
For hidden secrets
Hidden life
Back on the path
Away from branchy protection
The breeze reaches out
Cold fingers
brushing my hair
then slapping me senseless