the light changes

.

.

Can I see the buds that are swelling 

in the woods on the slopes

on the far side of the valley? I can't,

of course, nor can I see 

the twinleafs and anemones

that are blooming over there

bright-scattered above the dead

leaves.  But the swelling buds

and little blossoms make

a new softness in the light

that is visible all the way here.

The trees, the hills that were stark

in the old cold become now

tender, and the light changes.

.

~ Wendell Berry

Given

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