Joy


The country bursts with joy.
An easier time is upon us;
The dim cold of winter fades;
Forget-me-not invades the streambeds,
And poppy, peony, and lilac riot together.
The trees wave again to each other;
Apple blossoms flurry onto the ground,
Black cherries festoon themselves
With little white cigars.
Birds are everywhere,
Skillfully dodging cats and people
To raise families.
The fields are plowed chocolate,
Waiting for the seeds to feed us.
Joy. We are spilling with life.

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