May you all enjoy these words as much as I.
Photographs of Spring by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
a poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis
April on tossed hair,
across the paths and grass
with branches stuck in seas of sky,
is the snow
that covered us
and protected us,
a moment like bark
a swinging down
out of trees
the earth jumps up fast to meet your legs.