Birth of Spring
Birth of Spring
♦ Sadie Barandes ♦
♦ Sadie Barandes ♦
I once did find a grain of sand,
Amidst the month of March.
I took it as you took my hand,
Of sweet and supple starch.
I once beheld a wildflower,
Tucked it by my ear.
Two months until our final hour
Frames a finite dear.
'Tis but a myth that human touch
Can taint a timid fawn;
I must maintain my faith in such,
For soon, I’ll find you gone.
Inspired by William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence"