Wednesday, March 30, 2016

3.30.16 The river is swollen

 




 with recent rains, the trees all in unison in bud, 
as the ground remains littered with thousands of tiny red bouquets ; as if some miniature grand parade had passed by only yesterday, and , only yesterday sang great songs of celebration, toasting the advent of yet another time of fertility and expansion and fruition.

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