Amongst this emptiness setting a gloom
amid rose thorns and leaves now fallen
a pink and white flower in a bloom
has filled the air with buoyant pollen.
The spring in my window has come
that pledged to reach me every year;
the spring that melts my eyes has sprung,
swabs me spotless to have no fear.
The spring that lets the flowers free
colouring the world around me;
it is a spring that filled the air with scent
exactly where blue and red have found me.