An Architectural Fantasy, by Jan van der Heyden
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April 8, 2024
Trees, asleep in winter, dreaming of sun and blossoms. And why shouldn’t they?
By Ellen Orr
As cast in copper, pelican reflects. // Pale plumage tarred brown. Preening // for naught: water seeps in, chills.
There is an instant in all // Beginnings and endings // Where trees wait to bloom, // And rivers wait to flow.