Finding spring

Spring is here
To leaf the mind when dreaming's done
And quarry winter's teeth to dust
Near where bird song unveils the sky

And my thoughts, scattered by frosts gone by
Settle now on budding boughs, where chorus grows
To spirit and blood, to fizz and sew
Each stretching second to its very last.

I leap today as if with wings
No fear in tow
Dive to where sun locks arms
With moving streams, which catch the stars.

High hills still gowned, unhurried to wake
Don rays when I swing by
Caught cold, their lids half-mast
Now dressed to kill, all colour-bound.

To earth I come, where tulips hang,
In beds still stiff
From shadows slow to turn their backs,
Which stand like armies, which rise like seas.

No time to waste, these leaves soon fall
The masks of March, of summer too
So at frayed edges I linger, oftentimes in the creases
Unpacking the pieces, in search of it all.

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