Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Spring Hills

The spring hills are calling.
Shades of green.
Fresh mint, evergreen dark, spiced olive spruce, crisp paper birch,
pale blue diamonds wink on the water,
cold as the ice that just went out in the lakes of Algonquin.
The north lives here.


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