It’s called Spring because it lifts us up to Summer before Winter lets us down

The heaviness has

Gone

Whatever made the beach sand pound has 

Gone

And is now ebb and flow

In softer

Dapples to the livelier light.

 

Then the grey torpor 

Heaps

Sifted through Day’s warm mesh,it

Sits

On the bottom of the sea waiting

To be ground

Again by Winter’s deepest tide.

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