The Folds of the Mountain
valees du printemps
By Timothy James LanePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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as this end of the valley recovers from winter
rain washes dead wood into the slopes
over the murmur of insects
striking dull chords among the spring flowers
the deep silence of evergreen oaks
their cold roots like the clouds reshaping
no motives to be marked by distance
time is a faint memory as it begins again
dawn lowers from the treetops
birds commence their calls
in darkness hesitant
and we will say it's a new day
but there is no beginning nor end
the night sky changes hands
as countless jewels of water sit
undisturbed by the breeze
at the ends of clean leaves
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