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Again and Again

                                                                  

Bloomed not quite two too-brief weeks ago,

And already, this breeze-blown mid-city evening,

The leafed-out Bradford pear trees' ivory, confetti-petals

Are falling to the sidewalk, the patio where I sit,

Showering my bare arms, hair, and neck, with jubilation.

 

Oh, how fast it always goes, how evanescent it all is,

How brief, ephemeral, how transitory!

The efflorescing season is here, then disappears,

With its agonizingly heartbreaking bravura,

In a state of majestic fading, even as it's born,

 

Or so it seems to me, each new springtide,

Whether in late March or early April's capricious embrace,

When crocuses give way to daffodils and tulips,

Forsythias kneel to saucer and star magnolias

And all three to flowering pear, cherry, and crab-apple trees.

 

And so it is, and so, I know, too well, it must be,

That these seasons of such exquisite natural piety,

Such delicate feminine beauty, such nubile pulchritude,

Visit, anoint, and transfigure our astonished sensibilities,

Then, blossoming, bequeath our memories their brilliant hues

 

And leave us grieving the loss of that anticipation

We cherished from chill October through dismal February,

Until, once upon another blessed again and again,

A new vernal equinox sings us luminous,

Awakens our appreciation of life, love, and too-brief longevity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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