I remember white dogwoods under the canopy of the forest. And on the ground, colorful wild azalea. And in the fall, the color of dogwood leaves turning a delicate brown enhancing the colors of other leaves changing. The berries from those white blossoms in the spring becoming food for birds and squirrels.
Yes! I have felt spring in the air over the past couple of days. And the dogwood will not bloom here until closer to mid-April. Peace and goodwill to you, Stephen,
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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