after Octavio Paz
under the tired veils of leaves,
under the indifferent rocks,
under the brown needles,
that were once evergreen
under the pinecones dropped
like old conversations,
under the broken sticks,
under the matted exhaustion of grass
comes the tender new green of spring clover,
thrusting through all that was frozen.
So beautiful. <3
Thank you Ananya! So excited for spring …