March

March

Very 
Gstaad
Today,
The
Clouds
All
Blown
Away,
The
Sky
A
Feckless
Blue.
The
Evergreen
Stands,
Reckless 
In
It’s
Bold
Hue,
Rising
Against
The
View.
I cannot
Take
My
Gaze
From
The
Yellow
Blaze
Of
The
Plastic
Bag
That 
Sags
And
Flutters
In
The
Sun
From
One
Branch
Tip,
Caught
Fast
In
The
Dense
Green
Grip.