Saturday, April 4, 2009

I lay beneath trees.
Clouds tear against high branches
As I think of you.


This week I was walking along the Mogollon Rim, which is mountain country and still touched by winter. There were, however, a few spring flowers poking up through the brown pine needles on the forest floor. One of these flowers is the low-growing wood betony. Such odd flowers if you look at them closely.

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