華閱文章網Spring are not always the * some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering * trees grow leavws overnight.
In other years,spring tipoes * pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway."I know you are out there,"I cry."Come in”And April slips into our arms.
The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet * the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are * examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner's scraps of ivory silk,* the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands.
Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city * is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without * the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?
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