A seasonal, personal poem.
A stranger sort of spring flavored poem.
Another spring scented poem. 🙂
First day of March, which in many places counts as a spring month. Finally! 🙂
February is about over now and the spring months are fast approaching, finally.
It is a bit early to contemplate signs of spring, but I could not help myself. (And the weather in my parts has been rather weird, with cold and mild weather taking turns.)
Painting some more pretty pictures of winter.