eagerly awaiting SPRING

brown is everywhere.  many different shades.  lines everywhere.

why can’t these early spring colors match the sounds of the birds?

Robert, this hue is hard to attain.  I am impatient. I want that gold now.

I see a graveyard of brown and lines, however every once in a while a sprout of life appears.  There is hope.

small soft buds have appeared on the outstretched arms of the trees.  that makes me smile.

I cannot wait.  It seems eternal.

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