Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Careless Catkins


This was the first year I had noticed the Birch catkins on the tree down by the pond.

"Careless upon the wind the catkins swing.
They lay a golden spell upon the morning.
From their soft glee, how many trees will spring?"
   (Mary Webb)

The Birch catkins are novel, because they are new to me. The catkins on the oak are still my favorites - careless upon the wind.

Goodnight, catkins.

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