This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 27.4.2025 at 23:33
Desert Spring Snowstorm
White mist on mountains,
Spring storm breaks and flows into
our tiny orchard.
(We lost every bloom
last year when rain turned to slush,
and slush became ice.)
Thermometer drops.
"Wait!" I shout to fruit tree blooms;
hope they can hear me.
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