Spring, Early

 

No-one said ‘It’s not time’. There was no-one to say

‘You’re too young! Back to sleep! Wait a bit! Go away!’

As if winter, distracted, had turned a blind eye

To the warmth in the ground and the sun in the sky.

And so I get up in a tremble and rush,

And in their confusion the cherry trees blush.

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