Spring eases itself into existence, The half-green bud tremble Of sticks matching flickers Of wind. Superimposed in white, Clover blossom, snow, and cabbage butterflies Glisten away, tenuous as rain. The long, watercolor wash of dissolving mist Blurs the world with a Chinese brush, Till even the dandelions are unsure And summer seems postponed forever.

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