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,
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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