Fruit of Youth

Fragments of tender loves, summers of springs; which were young, long ago Raindrops so fragile, so fragrant the first of lasts winter's snow We inhaled the air as it lifted us, to a newness that is never new twice Season's lusty whispers as flowers unfold, we danced the robin's ravish song, Still, 'tis you which remains in memories dawn tasting slowly to savor the sweetness, I still can taste; vivid youth, of the fruit devoured the first time from my plate