Waking Nature

The morning chased a taxi

As it drove on the no man’s land between night and day

The skylight with a whisper of summer

The snow melted quietly from the trees.

The wintry art of nature

Gave way to the next.

The early ones pushed their heads from under their covers

Under which they had slept many moons.

They greeted their friends

The waking trees

Who were putting on their green clothes.

It was time for celebration

Satyrs and forest maidens

Danced under the tree shadows.


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