the tender shimmer
of green where hills
rise to meet the eyes
fresh-plowed fields
brown under the sun
pink and white petals
pop in the hedgerows
trees lean over the road
still at languid rest
streams run chuckling
through budding woods
slip under stone arches
of small town bridges
brief showers clarify
cerulean blue sky
five crows call
medieval cadence
for oncoming Spring
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