UPDATE: Apparently, the term “onion snow” isn’t as widely known as I’d thought. Here in Central Pennsylvania, it’s a common expression for an early spring snow that comes right when the onions are sprouting in the garden. The dark green tops of wild onions are also highly visible around field edges at this time (and in centuries past, were mixed with other early greens for a welcome antidote against scurvy).
We also have a term for the occasional, heavy, wet snowfall of mid-April: that’s a sapling-bender.
An onion snow goes well with tea, I’m told.
But I had it with my coffee; it was all gone by 3:00.
It melted in the mouths of daffodils, & didn’t even turn their lips blue.
Snow & a cold wind bring out the blush on the ridgeside.
Pussy willow & red maple blossoms wear wool caps for a reason, it seems.
“Abstract expressionism” is such a stupid expression, isn’t it? I mean, if you can picture it, it obviously isn’t abstract.
I suppose it might be possible to see the world without imposing representations on it. But why would you want to?
Phoebe! says the phoebe. It’s hard to argue with that.
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