the forest sings
the canopy thinned
by a late snow
and crawling things
today
free of biting bugs
the wood shed now full
the tractor paths
black earth reveled
fragrant
walking through
overgrown trails
the fragrance
of wild geranium
rising
from a lacy green sea
with tiny pink flowers
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