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Notes on Nature

It was a lilac day, a dream of scented heaven

what world sings of this blue, green summer?

Early morning raindrops splash giant maples,

droplets of sun, above far hills

alighting flowering fields, with flashing wings

of tiny sparrows

Cormorant swoops, the falling sky, far beyond

clouds of pink edge the bluest sky

silvery fish, below in cooling waves

blue herons stalk long where

seaweed sways

Sunlight poured, warming mossy woods

tallest trees breathing steam – spectrally

lichen blooms, tiny flowers in the sun

before the dawn of washing rain

a silent ancient forest

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