Puffs of green sunlight;
Pine trees turn into cloud puffs
In magic morning.
Pine trees turn into cloud puffs
In magic morning.
A slight darkening--
Instant of a passing cloud;
Becomes memory.
Instant of a passing cloud;
Becomes memory.
It's almost balmy;
I've lost track of the season--
Winter, Spring or Fall?
I've lost track of the season--
Winter, Spring or Fall?
Frost has disappeared;
Still the hens peck at the ground.
Must be something there.
Still the hens peck at the ground.
Must be something there.
Through the brown blanket
Translucent green leaves poke up.
Plane hums in blue sky.
Translucent green leaves poke up.
Plane hums in blue sky.
Labyrinth of green:
Pine needles glisten in sun.
Even steel fence shines.
Pine needles glisten in sun.
Even steel fence shines.
Trees turn into light;
The sun alchemizes them:
Poof! Transformation.
The sun alchemizes them:
Poof! Transformation.
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