The swallows’ think

it’s Spring, & blossom


clusters white

from leafless tree;


Sun trembles on the

lip of dawn, kisses


earth’s sweet opening,

tastes colour:


Tulip flouts her

orange head,


swallows’ think

it’s Spring


& I should too.



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