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By John


At dawn I tumble in the damp hills.  Spring.

I sit and listen to the stream in the moonlight.  Spring.

The snow is gone.  Spring.

I sit by a fire and look at the clouds.  Spring.

I see the last icicle melt into a pile of water.  Spring.

A wolf stands on a big rock.  Spring.

Under the blue sky fish curl and twist under

The waves of the lake.  Spring.

I see deer eating the first leaves of spring.

I see spiders in their wet webs.  Spring.