Nothing heralds the coming of Spring as do flowers. Every tree sports a fresh green look adorned with buds and joy fills one's heart ...
Spring is coming, Thou art come !
-- Wordsworth in "To the Celandine"
"From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth."
-- E.M. Forster in "A room with a view"
cascades of violets
dot the countryside:
footsteps of Spring ...
for the "footsteps" Caribbean Kigo Kukai
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