Haze and howl.

Smacked down with a jagged little head-cold. Some bits from my phone, remnants of my desultory search for spring …

A mark on a lamppost.

mark

A squadron of daffodils besieging the links.

links

A shrubbery unconvinced by spring’s opening argument.

crinkle

Published by Halsted M. Bernard

An ever-molting black swan. Reader, writer, library director, over-enunciator. Listening + Unlearning. Opinions are my own. She/her. #BlackLivesMatter

One thought on “Haze and howl.

Comments are closed.