The first day of March


A dark silhouette;
Beneath the tree's bark,
The sap is rising.

Walking around Moira Demesne on a bitterly cold morning, I couldn’t resist taking a photo of this tree.  Against the grey sky, it’s dark silhouette looked foreboding, like something out of a fairy tale.  Perhaps, one day, I might write a story about it.


PS. Yes, I know!  I’m a day late in publishing!  🥴