🌻The golden hue of spring time promise is full of delusional joy. We dream on things much grander than reality after a winter darkened with the disparity.
🌱Bitter hearts that summer had abandoned. But those colors those damned colors make it easy to forget that taste.
🌻So here I am standing in the meadow where the large bull elk is soon to call into a chilling autumn breeze.
🌱I know there is often more below the surface of a thing than the golden hues that catch our eyes above.
🌻These roots run deep they hold no lies.. But damn aren't they bitter when dug to soon or even late..~©April Graham