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In Ruts and Stars

The season’s a matter of weather

not time

though still February

the ground runs soft with mud

the snow, porous and lacy

There is no greater truth

than what I see in this landscape

O ever-returning spring!

each man, this earth

and the way he sees it

I’m sitting here in the woods

It could be a hundred years ago

and I hope

a hundred years to come

that buds will set in a hundred autumns

and snow a hundred winters

a hundred Aprils of violets and lichen

that there will be

ever-returning spring

wildness unchanging

It’s turning colder

the mud

freezes in ruts and stars