To Julia

The pasture, bleached and cold two weeks ago
Begins to grow in the spring light and rain;
The new grass trembles under the wind's flow.
The flock, barn-weary, comes to it again,
New to the lambs, a place their mothers know,
Welcoming, bright, and savory in its green,
So fully does the time recover it.
Nibbles of pleasure go all over it.

~ Wendell Berry, (Poem III, 1982), A Timbered Choir