Spring Ebbs
Swords of light green new growth, up to a foot long, now blend into the lush green of the mother plants.
Trees are draped in their emerald summer gowns.
Leaves wave as I pass.
Do they remember me?
Birds sing to them in joy!
Paterned Cows lay upon the dewy, juicy grass in shaded slanting meadows.
Why isn't milk green?!
My drive to work is through a tunnel of green, so many shades of green!
White clouds come to admire the scenery.
Farmstands are open, revelling in the early production! Plants are confused.
July blooms are here. Green is interspersed with white daisy, with tiger lilly!
Nights have been very cool, days sweltering!
Behind in rainfall.
Rivers have dwindled.
The deer like it here!
You can see and feel the Chi Energy of Ferns!
There must be a Fern Deva nearby!
Ruth has a fondness for the Laurel.
It is Laurel time here in the woodlands.
Poetry in green!
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