Dogwood Trees, photo by Judy Harper 2011
It's a beautiful Sunday, with the sun splashing it brightness through the day.
The sky is blue with a brush of white trailing down.
This April Sunday isn't still, the wind swirls and curls the green leafed trees, the flowers long leaves stretching from the ground lean forward, showing which way it blows.
It's a chilly wind, rustling, twirling, whipping hair across the face.
An April Sunday, promising beauty, a new spring, a new year, a rebuilding.
So much promise on this April Sunday.