there is nothing not new of this
April-May timid warmth
gathering dew and Flowers

(the wind reached
softly, as a perhaps caress--)
you are as daylight on this hopeful pink lily
wiltingly smooth, and sliding
gliding

you said When
i said please
come inside

thin silk
spider’s down on petals’ soft
stretch and

o!

The pale stems of April blushed deep green
but in May
the flowers blossomed.