shake sonnet xcviii

i have never really seen you in spring
when old april gets religion
and everybody feels fresh
even moody saturn in the sky
yet birdsong nor young breath
of all their lovely flowers
could make me tell the summer's tale
or wish to which? switch seasons
i understand the lily
accept the roses red
nice o yes truly
all on their way to you
as just to write these things
makes me miss your many springs

rhees street park, toronto
Thom Olsen

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