Karen Louise Enyedy
Here the season seizes – Spring! Four years now, yet I am stunned to see how live oaks, green throughout the winter now shed their browner leaves how autumn lingers in scarlet berries of the possumhaws that still red-bead the now greening branches winter’s birds didn’t claim. Spring in Central Texas comes this way. Twenty-some degrees on Sunday high seventies by Monday with air so moist the will goes limp sinks down in the soft new blades and tender forbs of creek-side green neglects obligations frees the soul to breathe replaces jaded vision with enlivened eyes that see layers of beginnings – rose-pink of the red bud trees white of the wild plum’s froth palest green of unfurling elms familiar now after four springs here this delicate brush of pink white green . . . . Spring in Central Texas comes this way.
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