Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Cold winter storms are now a fading memory
Of frozen patterns on a crystal window
Breaking in the colors of blooms...
Crocuses, forsythia and helleborus in my garden.
And a little bunny on the lawn!
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