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Across evening sky, a spray of stars – small points of light; a portrait of night

It's only time, now, before the bushes blossom, thick with blueberries

A cold chill in May suggests summer in hiding; June's a book to read

The Hydrangea, singing in spring rains, blossoms a beautiful coat

Sugar Maple sap - its ounces of ooziness – a taste in nature

This abandoned world brims with such grief and sadness; It's hard to hold on

We are this river; a slow, meandering wend within the landscape

Trees, dotted on hills; the map reveals a wonder of cartography

Faded ink in time of remembering; a snapshot of us

An old picture book - long since lost, then found – tickles us into laughter