Ever Old the Spring, Ever New the Spring

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Spring is when the oldest meanings all become

The ever new, are ever new because

They will not be destroyed.  The winter, numb

With self-defeat, obeys the deepest laws

Which throw off ice of shackles and revive

The snowdrops and the daffodils.  The new

Is ever new and it becomes alive

Through bulbs and roots, and gives the petaled view

Of truth because its truths are ever more

Both ever old and ever new.  The bold

Of yellow and the truth of white at core

Of bulbs, narcissus bulbs, will always hold.

  The new is ever old and old is doomed

    To white and yellow where they’ve always bloomed.