Daisy chain in meadows green, I sit pressing birthday daisies as I listen to a Chinese church service on Zoom as it is too cold to go out, in what a strange world we live in to be staring at summer flowers while snow blows around my balcony. Even the geese have finally left.
The first sign of spring was buried under a snow drift. The harsh winds continue all day, herding the snow into hills and mountains, and the shallow areas revealed the earth and grass – and a lone daisy popped its head out from the snow.
Daisy chain in meadows green, I sit pressing birthday daisies as I listen to a Chinese church service on Zoom as it is too cold to go out, in what a strange world we live in to be staring at summer flowers while snow blows around my balcony. Even the geese have finally left.
The first sign of spring was buried under a snow drift. The harsh winds continue all day, herding the snow into hills and mountains, and the shallow areas revealed the earth and grass – and a lone daisy popped its head out from the snow.