AS THE FLOURISHING
As the flourishing trees and woods come
back to life, I notice lots of things I once
remembered and had forgotten again: how
those two white trees at the edge of the line,
with their Springtime flowerings really do
look sublime. They sort of bookend the new
light into a corridor of treasure. I look back
to the ridge behind me, and see all the new
stippled leaves as they dance in the breeze.
There seems something so settling as they
all run before me, like Lords Of the Dance
on a new, daytime visit!
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