Pending

Today verges on yesterday.

This month collapses into last.

Alley Wops

No, it isn't spelled wron. I no better thna atht.

I's playin, here, me. 'K?

Blue Croker

Hanging out, happily.

Which is what they do best.

March 27 Of The Leafs

Upright and warm.

At month's end, almost.

Cupping It

Blossom-wise.

Hopefully.

Another One Of Those Days

You know what they're like. So.

There's no need for me to publicly explicate.

Rough Nubs

A bit of grit to shave off.

Memories of winter.

Red Friday

The sun is making me dizzy.

I wander in ever tightening circles.

Reach

For the sun.

Which is around here, somewhere.

Wed Nes Day

A day of nes, and of wed.

Happens weekly.

Blue&Green

With a touch of yellow.

Just for balance.

Croci

At midday.

Poking upward.

Bush Quacker

Always tastefully dressed.

Waiting patiently for his mate.

Dewy Drops

Do what they dew.

What they doodely-doodely dew.

Pre-Spring Foldover

Mossy green. Dewy blue. I'm happy.

So, are you?

Leaping Longiflori

In early morning, dripping, yet upright.

After a night of sleet.

Reach

For the sun.

Up there, somewhere.

Wee Beaker

Points the way.

To spring, eh?

Bird Butts

Are what I get.

For being up early.

Stepwise

Ever ascending, we.

Unless going the other way.

Cups

Pushing up.

The way they do.

Corners

Edge by edge. Layer by layer.

Right here somewhere.

Flying Sixth

Which is eighteen percent of the graffitti I need. To do something.

Which will become clear to me later. I think.

Buddy Drips

Still out there.

Still working toward the light.

Fourth Sunday

Of this month. Of some month.

As if it matters when.

Planks Constant

Stable, upright, weathered.

Always in the same place.

Days Of Purple And Green

Seen once, in September.

Gone now. Gone away, all.

Leftovers

From the fall.

Whose idea is starting to fade.