spring snow melt at last --
an oak leaf finally falls
in a mud puddle
Overnight the scenery shifts, like a woman changing her wardrobe. White with black trim is out, brown with a touch of green is in.
Dark circles on the ice record the hooves of deer mincing across the frozen pond.
In the transition phase, the burnt umber hue of a pin oak leaf is just dark enough to partially melt the pond ice.
Left by the snow plow, an ice pyramid with a circular portal invites time travel as winter merges with spring.
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