Spring’s the real new year as every seed opens to produce a new life.
Then summer’s full field’s a welcome, joyful answer to farmer’s questions.
Field empty and cold; a blanket of colored leaves makes a patchwork quilt.
Winter’s long, long sleep; and at all the field’s bedposts, fluffy white pillows.
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