Threshold of Spring

Avenue of Plane Trees Near Arles Station

by Vincent van Gogh

Harshness gone. All at once caring spreads over
the naked gray of the meadows.
Tiny rivulets sing in different voices.
A softness, as if from everywhere,

is touching the earth.
Paths appear across the land and beckon.
Surprised once again you sense
its coming in the empty tree.

Uncollected Poems