On Days Like Today
On days
When the thrush curls his song
among the buds unfurling
Lilacs float their fragrance
Past the trees, among the bees, between the roofs
Only distance makes it bearable
to be
...so called
Spring
in the chimes of breeze
Bent by the force of life
in disbelief
of its always
leaving
behind
the apogee
Now, past--
The fatal
wound of spring