The wave crashed against the shore;
the fallen tree limbs rotted on the soggy ground;
the wind beat against pine branches;
the sleet gathered and thrashed the earth;
on the side of a sandhill, a blue-bulbed crocus persisted.
The wave crashed against the shore;
the fallen tree limbs rotted on the soggy ground;
the wind beat against pine branches;
the sleet gathered and thrashed the earth;
on the side of a sandhill, a blue-bulbed crocus persisted.
Spring in Michigan? So glad to be in the deep south.