Something strange about the uncoiling spring

When the worm dances for the circling bird

When the egg hatches the delighted sperm

When the nut endears itself to squirrel

When the berry invites the bear to dine

When the light calls forth the glittering eye

When the willow paints the whistling wind

And everything begins with nothing’s end.



(Photos:  Clark Park with Alexzandra and front door mat with mushrooms)

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