Canyon Spring 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.
Beautiful. I really was gripped by the sweetness of A Pair of Pups and Canyon Spring has a wonderful rhythm. Great poetry, Amy, as always. Give Theo and Felix an extra hug. Our Duke would love to play with them. He grabs shoes and slippers and socks when he finds he needs more attention than he gets :)
Beautiful. I really was gripped by the sweetness of A Pair of Pups and Canyon Spring has a wonderful rhythm. Great poetry, Amy, as always. Give Theo and Felix an extra hug. Our Duke would love to play with them. He grabs shoes and slippers and socks when he finds he needs more attention than he gets :)