In the morning the birds
and the light of green rising to the surface of the grass
through the snow-sodden earth
Some days a luminous light
like the locked-together molecules of winter air have burst apart,
everything whirling,
not yet locked back together in the thickness of summer
Winter at ground level
but the light at the treetops is beginning to shine
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Spring rain in the railyard, Centralia, Washington
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