2. Spring
I don't know why
but spring
reminds me of you
The earth renews itself
like a host
of second comings
and all the creatures
of the heavens
singing praises...
perhaps it is
the stillness in the silent grass
at night
or a million
verdurous leaves
bearing shade
it may of course
be just the shape of things
when thinking of you
my spring.
Carl Cook
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