Grey day
all of the world’s gold
is pushing upward
from the wet and fragrant ground
swelling and thrown against
grey shifting skies.
Rainy days are not unwelcome
even in the midst of mud season
when lit by this glow
most treasured, most fugitive.
Every year the words of Frost ring true about nature’s gold. Today it was so colorful, along with the maple buds and other first showings of life against a very gray and rainy day. Take note!
I cannot hold this
first gold-green of all willows
showing life anew
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