So soon, familiar sounds again,
the birds are on the wing.
A starling, dizzy, calling his mate
head over heals we sing.
The grass is growing faster
underneath our feet
and here we are, like Arab Spring,
where two extremists meet.
It’s difficult to fathom how
those two imposters hail
from just one body, so opposite,
yet apposite, they fail
to sustain this perfect, vibrant beauty
when offspring promise fades,
but need such boundless hope and joy
recede into the shade?
And yet the awesome speed of light,
with unimagined pace,
still takes too long to speak to us
from farthest outer space.
Fewer shorter days remain
to save the obvious child,
with a simple kind of bounteous love
to wrest it from the wild.
Why deny a time that bursts
with forms of life that bring
their seeds to Earth for us to reap,
head over heals in Spring.
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