Green is coming

It is not yet a haze around the maple tree, or even a blade of fresh grass, but it is coming, I know. I saw it in the Hudson River, and smelled its freshness in the new tide that barreled in from the Atlantic, and climbed the rocks that line the seawall at Battery Park. As the tide swam out, fresh green mosses and algaes fell against those same rocks, like a mermaid’s hair, silky and long.

On the Delaware, the ice has moved out again, for the second time this season, and now kayaks take fishermen to the spot where they were ice-fishing a week ago. That water, too, shows signs of green spring, replacing its stern gray facade of winter.

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