I have memorized spring
My inner sight sees perilous snowdrops
Stretch through mottled leaves
I have memorized spring
That memory soothes
The tenacious aches of age
It feeds the dying days
I have memorized spring
Its avalanche of blossoms
Its pompom catkins, bobbing
Like shadow boxers
I have memorized spring
As part of the pilgrimage of time
A spider spins my shroud
Though all the world
Is bee and swallow loud
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I have memorized spring Its avalanche of blossoms Its pompom catkins, bobbing Like shadow boxers. such an excellent poem on spring and its beauties.. but why should the spider spin your shroud now...? ? thank u dear poetess. tony