In the northlands,
damp and drowning
come rains of spring,
and suns that sing
before the buds tightly spun
unfurl in worlds of greening.
In the shallow ponds
of ice now gone
are tiny minnows
gleaming.
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In the northlands,
damp and drowning
come rains of spring,
and suns that sing
before the buds tightly spun
unfurl in worlds of greening.
In the shallow ponds
of ice now gone
are tiny minnows
gleaming.