Storks circling
rising with the thermals
on a blue sky
wings outstretched
spanning
the seasons
as this Spring
fades
into Summer
wild oats wave
between purple thistles,
poppies nod and shed
red petals
lupines glow sapphire
beyond the lawn
kibbutz dogs run
scenting a dry season
behind the bushes
green fades to brown
imperceptibly spreading
over the hollyhock hills
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