First
flowers
Then bushes
and trees
And the busy
bees
New colours
On sky and
face
Open freeway
First hay of
the year
The
dandelions aren’t cut
And birds
look for worms
Bridge
across the Rhine
Heavy Spring
flood rolling down
The lonely
coal ship
First heat
of the year
Already
longing for rain
Joy carries
sadness
Before the
president
The
nightingale
Sings
another song
Rising moon
Each passing
car
An eclipse
.
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