April. By Lucien Pisarro
Lines upon first viewing.
With the whisper of Queen Anne’s Lace against the tall grass of the pastures the Spring had sprung and I was off to your house once more. Your town greeted me as I rounded the hill to the road that led me to you. The trees danced on with fervent fibrous velvety buds biding their time and loving life. I see them once more but you no longer are by my side. #TheOne