Friday, May 18, 2007

May Morning

Ferns and foamflowers unfolding.
A red squirrel races down the long stone wall,
leaping across the gaps from rock to rock.
Two deer spring up, startled,
run, then look back.
A green haze fills the woods as the late leaves emerge.
Morning walk to greet the sun.
My companion is absent.
Italy calls.

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