if(among

if(among
silent skies
bluer than believing)a
little gay
earth opening
is all the flowers of his eyes
:april’s they

this if now
or this(young
trembling any)into flame
twig or limb
explodes and o
each living ablaze greenly thing
smay has come

love(by yes
every new
bird no bigger than to sing)
leaf is wing
and tree is voice
more leastfully than iam you
,we are spring