4.18.10
the secret ravine delighted
in the light of new spring
a heavenly cleft in the steep hill
jeweled with magnificent boulders
in bas-relief to rich red and green
butterscotch-smelling ponderosas
water suddenly everywhere
parting paths in thawed piles of pine needles
where little birds gleefully
furrowed and flickered for food and mate
all that lived was
more alive today
as the first real days of
warmth unfolded in bright rapture
the lightest greens
the telltale simmering sounds
the first bees and butterflies
they all awoke, as from a slumber
and as if not a moment had passed
since the last flowers bloomed a year ago
all anew, again
and nothing short of glorious
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