It's hard to find a bit of beauty in this day.
The air is liquid with the fog
arising from the softening snowpack;
and the roadside glaciers loom as dark as coal.
Grey-and-sunless is the gloomy pattern,
and I expect to look into the trees
and see the vultures lurking.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town) and her husband have retreated indoors to pull out the seed catalogs and draw up a garden plan. Hope springs eternal!