Circle Set of Circles

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The snowdrop is the spring, the daffodil

The trumpet spring . . . and peony the full

Completion:  birth, then childhood and the spill

Of life in yellow sun, . . . then, then the pull

To perfect petals, pinking sheers for frills.

Each pang that pierces through is birth

In progress, found fruition of love’s thrills.

The circle of the sunrise gives great worth

To all our little days.  The people know

This in their night-time ways and also feel

This in their sunless veins.  The coming snow

Of manhood is the turning of life’s wheel.

  The brittle sunrise and the brittle day

     Are turned to greater ring and greater ray.