Spring

The baby is expected

In early morning March,

Late in the month

On Thursday's watch;

Arriving along with

A harbinger thought

So the days know no boundaries,

They joyride and sneer;

They break off their colloquy

And stare over there

The baby is expected

In early morning March,

Late in the month

As Scorpio plots;

Arriving along with

A gibbous cough

So the days chauffeur moments,

They rejoice and retort;

They banter about feelings

And things over there

Come now sweet baby

Rest in my arms,

Late in the month

As the moon waves to Libra;

Arriving Altair...

And finally you're here

 
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