Poetry of Spring and... Puppies
The rain has scrubbed the skies a cleanly blue:
A vast expanse of spring, which just a few
Great sunbright clouds still shadow sailing through.
The canyon sides are red and bare below;
Above, they’re tousled with a springtime show:
Old grasses and bright orange globemallow’s glow.
And I just glimpsed a hummingbird’s bright throat
And heard there m…