Listen!
IT'S SENTIMENTAL BUT TRUE, I LOVE THE SPRING branches which withdraw beneath the new array the white winds withdrawn which blued our toes the maples have a red fur of flowers as they fall through the air they hit my clothes and stick there blue winds lofty birds going with them flat northern lands a thrust over the great expanse forests and deep lichen rockfloored beaches and the sea ice cracking my eyes turn upward ears strain I live here I live there too the birds have carried me and I remain in the green thrust light beating the heart open come spring