The spring comes on


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


What arises

Falls back.

And spring is new,


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