Spring is here again
We all wait for the first blades to come to light
while regrets are the worms that squirm through the soil
until Heaven does give its Dew, and the robins tug them away.
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How well Nature Carries out her blessed functions How badly we mess everything up, Except for this poem, Which is on the up and up. Really liked it very much!
egrets are the worms that squirm through the soil until Heaven does give its Dew, and the robins tug them away. captivating and immersive lines, perhaps april is not the cruelest month. A lovely spring poem, filled with hope and potential.