
Young twigs and flower buds poke
out of barren branches.
Gentle breeze sprinkles
colors on early leafing cherry trees.
Young twigs and flower buds poke
out of barren branches.
Gentle breeze sprinkles
colors on early leafing cherry trees.
I wish I were
Gushes of wind
That lashes away
The raging torrents sweeping
The iron bridge etched with “Ellicott City.”