I’ve heard you can’t step into the same river twice.
But in the land of sunny summer days and frosty nights,
you can’t step into the same meadow twice.
Each spring is a gamble: stalks shoot up and trees bud.
But wind, hail, snow and sun have it out so that each spring,
each summer, a unique palette dazzles the eye.
One year maroon predominates; another year, it’s gold.
The odds of winning the jackpot stem from a complex algorithm of temperature and precipitation.