The spring comes on
Again.
And again,
The new green
In transparent light,
In translucent beauty
Finds wild things,
Yellow, pink, white,
Sprouting once more,
Where they always do
Here and there.
Above them
Cherry, Apple,
Perfume the air
By day
Bird song
Sings to our joy.
By night crickets
Hum the deep sleep.
Again we are young
And there
We know eternity.
Letting go
The old man
Abandons what he may know
Grateful to the way
Where
What arises
Falls back.
And spring is new,
Again.
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