What Is Spring? The intricacy and detail of a tiny weed?
The potential giant in a small hard seed?
Insane babbling of mountain streams.
Clearance Sale:
      Of freshly painted, reconditioned dreams!
Old traps, new bait.
Just wait and see if we are born again!
In us, drab winter was a killing thing.
And what of Spring?
This year I know, since I have truly died
    And cannot care.
Spring is the mask which winter,
     His death's-head to hide, does wear.