A New Spring

The auburn sunset rings against My eyes The smell of fresh-fried shrimp wafting in through rectangular canals of a bus a cool breeze lifts the heat and fatigue and worries the bright-eyed sun beats against a gray leather seat, focusing its glory on one point It cannot be contained, though the Tainted blades of glass and coarse edges attempt to I hear spring all Around It is light, crisp, Reminder of beauty, too strong to be Unnoticed, and too light to be Overwhelming Winter's echo surpassed, finally all Around me is peace