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The river, she now wears her silver spring
overcast skies
Patterned with criss- crossing stripes
the lines of oaks ever present on her banks
momentarily decorated with dark moving images
as avian groups migrate
Spring is emerging ( at long last)
snows are receding
the foothills regaining their active energies
supporting all life
ever changing.

The river, she has tempered to her liquid state.
The April rains has melted snows , there is but a fair trace.
The winds are moving briskly, persuading clouds to go beyond.
I foresee the leafing of the trees
and the cold weather, now withdrawn.