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Of new spring leaves, maples in their budding greens, I sit on copper leaves of ash and oak, revealed just now from winter’s ice, as fiddleheads and maidenhair raise green fronds to renewed life. My dog whimpers to climb another hill, or several, and we do, moving through the endlessness of a spring day, taken in through every pore— the sudden chill of clouds wafted by a breeze over us, strolling through pastures, wet with rain, redolent with dung, the slow vertiginous dip, into shadowed hemlock groves, matted evergreen needles cushioning our feet, one with the forest around us, the endlessness of budding leaves, and liquid sounds of thrush.
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