to gather in us the desire for motion towards motion to make that movement vertical rewrite your book while hovering assemble and advance on the sky there is no more room for forward for back focus in us flight and spring jump take up space it is in the air take what is yours take on space the month of armies month of stomping men uniform winter tries to shed while fighting back nostalgia s frozen tears the melted path summer runs along naked but for her tanned hide yes spring is a bully all the earth in coitus for lonely bees to watch and as the world grows green broken birds grow envy true man spring gets all the love verb in season form this is it s roaring mouth leaving bite marks on the years front quaters aide memoire to the thoughtless ranks who bundle up their fear of age with love lost tattered scarves but it is also quite mindful of two masters for all it s pomp and span though keeping to the wings and later giving them up it serves the lion and leaves the lamb march