Now You Sedum

Stream of consciousness title....sorry to anyone who hates puns. As soon as the snow recedes from these little stonecrops they're alive and raring to grow.

Happy Easter to all who observe it and happy weekend to all.

Long Winter by Tim Nolan

So much I've forgotten
the grass

the birds
the close insects

the shoot-the drip-
the spray of the sprinkler

freckles-strawberries-
the heat of the Sun

the impossible
humidity

the flush of your face
so much

the high noon
the high grass

the patio ice cubes
the barbeque

the buzz of them-
the insects

the weeds-the dear
weeds-that grow

like alien life forms-
all Dr. Suessy and odd-

here we go again-
we are turning around

again-this will all
happen over again-

and again-it will-