From Beneath the Roses (SWF)

Ice melting at roof's edge

Snow—it comes and goes.
And, when you think you’ve caught that scent of spring on a passing breeze, you’re fooled.
Six weeks of winter, indeed.

Icicles, heavy on barn gutter

We wait beneath a freshly laid blanket, crisp and white.
But what the groundhog must have seen,
on that day, warm as April…
Can you imagine?

Close-ups taken beneath this Mulitflora Rose
all click to enlarge

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