First day of spring though.
Alder. Smooth. Bark
A small peek around the trunk.
Thick, it.
Slim, lean, growing machines.
But still a bit flippant in private.
Arf. Bark. Woof.
Beauty, eh?
Another walk to the post office and back. Really, truly the first day of spring, though each day is spring in my heart when my pockets are full of hamsters.
