Spring Has Sprung

dressed up trees bloom and welcome the sun
a bit of frost nipping but now
now the swallows song
fast, incomprehensively joyous
water falling on brick paths look up and off he’s gone

cut grass and grass stains on the plotted pathways
that everyone just seems to stick to
a habit
habitually walking the same way
saves time

and the water gardens flow
the simple glades, Diana
and lay beneath sky and bell towers building
copper-coated columns, dust
the workmen climb the solid sky

just dreaming of a scene to Dylan
in the quiet afternoons
brimming blossoms full
landing softly on shoulders feeling bare
though clothed in soft conformance