Foliage bursting with green, blossom full of pomp, alliums bursting like fireworks.
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Welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour,
the hollow and the whole.
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun
She adorned the day with ordinariness;
she is blessed to have brought the extraordinary home.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
The certainties are beyond certain – and then all of a sudden you know nothing – except the sound a gasp makes.