Caesars Are Never Resurrected

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No ticking of the clock brings on a new

Year or the spring.  The weaving of a nest

By mother warbler is the warmer clue.

The robin choosing lover is the best

Hint forward into March, and April scenes

Of leaves and petals.  These are marking time

For newness old come round again.  Sweet greens

And pinks and whites defy the oldest crime,

Called death, and start the new beginnings death

Imagined it had conquered.  Froglets come

From tadpoles.  Butterflies find breath

Among the apple blossoms.  Lives become.

  Forget the Roman calendar.  Forget

    Weak emperors.  Whirled seasons are reset.

January 2, 2026