Animals are pouncing
In the shadowed living room;
The sun is brilliant.
Shadows through the leaves
Day after the rain before;
Everything is green.
The fog has lifted;
Rain has stripped the forsythia;
Petals on the ground.
New pond in the field;
Small lake springs up next to the road;
Plants grow from pavement.
Color before smell:
New lilacs burst into bloom.
Their perfume will come.
Fairy sprays of blue
Stop at the edge of the woods.
They won't cross the road.
Stop at the edge of the woods.
They won't cross the road.
Shadows in the woods,
Fixed forever on the earth
(Until the sun shifts).
The roadside river
Sparkles with its new found life,
Bubbling downward.
Sparkles with its new found life,
Bubbling downward.
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