Silver Green
Touching gold,
the fields
of morning green,
above the skies,
beyond the sun,
June waits
unknown,
unseen,
for listening quietly
to the early call
of another
passing May,
time ticks slowly,
the village clock
chimes
the hours,
as spring
slips, still
further away.
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