In early Spring,
fresh emerald, darkens and deepens
and tints of purple-maroon,
stretch along the horizon.
Flower and fruit; the meaning and goal.
As I walk this spring, I observe
the growing clouds of crimson
and a beaten gold of this vast farm.
All these changes. Climate does change.
The morning glow thaws the foliage,
blazing almost blood-red, a decagon fire.
Nevertheless, it is my birthday –
completing this blessing picture.