One of my poems appears in the recent issue of Apple Valley Review. Go to this link to find my poem.
One thing I have struggled with over the years has been capturing my Air Force experience. This poem of mine has gone through several previous incarnations in an attempt to capture this experience.
The Kansas City area had a late spring snowfall earlier this week. Some of the towns north of the metro area had about four inches of wet snow. According to the National Weather Service, it's "officially the largest snowfall this late into spring on record in Kansas City. It is also tied for the 10th latest snowfall on record."
Most of the snow had melted from the trees by the late morning. There was still snow on the grass until a little later in the afternoon.
From what I have seen, the trees and plants have survived this late snowfall.
Because it was a wet snowfall, it was particularly pretty.
The pear trees overlooking the Missouri River are in bloom now, too. Spring where I live is a particularly pretty time of year because of the flowering trees.
The blooms of the magnolia in my yard started opening up last week. One night it got below freezing, and on two occasions we had strong gusts of wind, 50 mph or higher, throughout the day. Even so, these blossoms have endured.
I mentioned last year that the magnolia was cut back to allow the tree trimmers access to the yard. They cut down an ash tree that was infested with ash borers. The magnolia is slowly recovering.
