Landscapes
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For these brief days
the valley’s dressed
in green swaying
to a south wind.
Yellow flowers
burst from vernal
pools. blue and white
dot the hillsides.
Gone is winter’s
sopping brown coat.
Summer’s baked beige
is yet to come.
I remember
childhood days
dreaming landscapes
dark and verdant
until I moved
north and listened
to storms breathing
the song of pines.