The wind in the trees /
whistles the songs of near spring /
vibrating the buds
The wind in the trees /
whistles the songs of near spring /
vibrating the buds
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Autumn bats hanging down /
painted white with falling snow /
clutching hope for spring.
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Sliced radish sandwich. /
Butter and pumpernickel /
embrace Spring’s first crop.
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First yard work of Spring; /
muscles fight the bloom of work: /
Dandelion aches.
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The first day of Spring /
and temperatures Fall in /
gentle confusion.
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Sparse and combed over, /
like a balding man’s attempt: /
brown grass awaits Spring.
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