The meadow shyly reveals her glorious secrets.
All winter the latent potential of being has lain beneath the sod.
That germ, inside it’s hardened shell, is the expression of the flowers, held until the perfect moment.
This is that moment and now they open to the sun.
The potential revealed to all in the ecology.
Cuckoos, swallows and flowers all declaim that Spring is here.
The wheel has turned, there is no going back.
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