Short, sweet melody of the year
when eyes delight at every step
bare tree today, is prickly tomorrow
prickly today, budding tomorrow
budding today, blooming tomorrow
blooming today, Awe tomorrow

Slowing footsteps, freezing them
Bending faces out of shape
Each turn in time, I clutch my heart
I slap my forehead as I would in grief—

I cannot make sense of this Beloved Spring

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