Thoughts On Ascension Day
Spring has grown old on the brink of summer
the swallows having arrived in time have finished
restoring their nests now jump up past my window
to their home above right under the roof they love
dashing down for speeding on dancing and yelling
shooing off the clouds to make way for the sun
young once again is the world and the Green is new
lush devoid of the dust that will have gathered when
nights will be growing like the main fruit of summer
and eventually colorless blossoms will open and bless
the world with the magic of White lulling nature to sleep
till the time when light grows and starts a new Spring
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