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The greening Spring

When the earth in Spring

and all the yellows are nearly green

exploding ripe the catkin maple seeds

hung for flitting sparrows

When swift the clouds

dark, with pelting rain

of droplets wet pooling

in the hollows

As the clouds give way to sun

move hurriedly to fill the day with light

there where tiny budding leaves

are greening in the shadows

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