An army of renewal unleashed upon airs
Feather-clad warriors of the spring willow* We are invaded by falling snow in June
White plumes soaring upon the clement air
For the fastest way to travel is by vanity
And nature gifts them downy wings to fly on
*The willow trees are letting go their seeds with aplomb at the minute. While sat in the garden yesterday the floating seeds looked liked snow floating down in the sunlight. Never seen that before.
