Out of my place by eight, a good clip and to the office in ten minutes--
in the long stretch of Winter, this had become my routine.
I was glimpsing up at the cold, moody scenery as I walked--
taking in a little of the season's bracing beauty and I realized--
there, still short and new, just turned--
the grass was green.
Like an old friend you haven't seen in quite a while, waving from a distance--
as if to say, "I'll be there soon!"
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Park Antoine Beyeler