Nothing stays the same. Everything changes.
It all flows from one thing to another.
A month ago, the path was large and the plants were small.
Now the plants are large and the path is small.
The bridge is disappearing under clumps of grass and leafy arches,
All the bones of the woods are being fleshed out in green...
And now the nettles are sprouting their little necklace flowers
And the comfry plants are gangly
And their buds are uncurling from their little clumpy clusters,
Showing red violet against the velvet.
Yesterday the warm warm weather started a chain reaction up in the mountains,
And today the ditches are running with opaque blue-gray snowmelt,
And the cows are heading for the corner of the field
Where they can bed down in the shade.
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