Where The Waters Will Carry Me Away

I went for a walk between thunderstorms.

To gaze upon giant dancing spears

The Carrion Flower on an island where the waters flow.

There has been rain. The first gully washer of the time of vegetation passed through a fresh and perfect spring garden. It was absorbed.

What dings and dents will come in the blue light of a mountain's shadow? This perfection can't last.

Where the waters will carry me away.

The tomatoes and peppers are planted. The feral parsnips are rising to bloom. The squash and cucumber department is germinating in trays. It is time to plant the dried beans. The top four miles of scenic byway is freshly paved. Today we got paint. Just keep pedaling.