Day breaks open artlessly
across a field of switchgrass tossing
wild and easy in the windswell.
The weedy fastness gives way to a widening
brim of eastlight blazing the mist.
Spring is the dangerous season, awakening
this bee-crazed meadow to overgrowing—
and in me awe, and ache, avid to begin
like birds and the earth all over.
— Don Colburn, poet and journalist
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