I thought it must be spring when trillium bloomed in Forest Park.
Then it rained again.
I thought it must be spring when Mum’s Easter cactus came into flower.
But it’s cold and gray.
I’m sure it will be spring when I plant my dahlias again.
and coming soon
will be Nazareth Neighbors in print and Galilee’s Gift
telling the tales
of a man from Galilee’s gifts.