In the high near summer heat
the anemones quickly disappeared,
and though spring and April
were barely under way,
we built castles in the sand,
picked small boy bouquets
of dandelions and violets,
and saw lilacs ready to bloom.
How wide the world had become!
We could not believe its arch,
how much there was to see
of blue and green wonder:
a Carolina wren sang all day,
the woodpecker tapped his notes,
and all of us, the young and old,
joined in the ancient round.
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