New born kids gallop;
Calf was born three days ago.
Sunlight on moist road.
Birds are all around,
Their chirping floats in the air.
Branches have voices.
The opening buds
Spread their tiny leaves and wait;
Girl sings on the path.
A lone mound of snow
Doesn't know that it's spring time;
The sun will tell it.
Old rusty barbed wire
Tries to strangle the tree trunks.
They grow around it.
Pine is in the air
Mixing with moist forest smell;
Spring witch's brew.
A green neon light:
Lichen glowing on the tree
Absorbs the sunlight.
Clouds cover the sun
Then pass on letting it shine
Reflecting my moods.
Red eft and pink worm;
Pale cardinal in the bushes;
Green moss on the trees.
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