The copse of yellow-green
trees isn't sure whether it's
Spring or Fall.
(It's Spring.)
The breeze coming off the
snowy mountains across the valley
thinks its winter.
Only the wildflowers &
some feeling I have inside
know it's Spring.
heavy-headed thistles
sway in the cow pasture,
bees read their motion.
horses graze upon
dandelions and green grass,
under snowy heights.
bees on wildflowers
ride out the breezes,
in wistless sway.
chartreuse Spring leaves
tick their way toward matching
the evergreens.
distant hills
are now green & rain clouds
have fragmented.
grass, shaggy & green,
sprawls across the valley;
swallows race & jink.
swallows dogfight
out over the lake:
belly-bumping swells.
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