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Spring's Child

                                                                  

 

This cool Friday a.m.'s rain

Is stranger than any I've ever seen.

The unruly air is awash with precipitation —

Drops of yellowish-brown pine needles

And white-birch, oak, and maple leaves

Painted with impastos and gouaches

Of deep red and gold.

The sky is crying

For the demise of spring's only child.

 

 

 

 

                               

 

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