oh! the jungle gloam of lateish spring
the brighty greens of urgent life proclaiming
“here i am anew!” and growing over everything
the murky, sullen clouds cast doomsy gloom
but Sol from somewhere in between
smiles afternooning whitish impish light
morning rains now surging up in plantish veins
i’ll sit a bit as if i lived upon the plains
with grass-made huts in clustered village frames
my soul absorbing deep this precious, fleeting scene
June 2023
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