Pondering

First, clouds long and slim, like out-stretched arms whose ends curled up, fingers calling...
Come sisters, brothers bring your rain to this waiting land.
The mountains curtained in a thinly hopeful, diaphanous veil.
Silver barked cottonwood trees were just beginning to don their seasonal green while white headed coots swam in promising pairs.
The tamarisk flaunted its winter russet standing tall over the tattered marsh grass battered by the westerly winds.
The water stirred by those same winds...
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"It must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day."  --Mary Oliver

~ Earlier Sunday Chatter: bassoons, clarinets, and French horns sang in harmony.
~ The program