Martin Robertson

Now and Then

[What words are there for Spring?]

What words are there for Spring?

Rubbed, tongue-repeated, all

become conventional,

dull.  Yet Spring is still

an undimmed miracle,

season of blossoming,

season of blossom’s fall.

A white tree at the full;

whiteness loosening, falling,

drifting on partial wind

petal from white petal:

image of everything

lovely, ephemeral

—childhood, innocence, love,

dream; passing, perishing

—passing, perishing all

from us, renewed for others

white in another Spring.