In peril is the Spring.
In between the arrows omenslayers shot
smiting and tearing persistently the air
swallows have not still dared fly,
so that you doubt whether Spring is to come.
As far as the wildflowers announcing it already present,
forget them, they assure, under the craze of climate anomaly.
In real peril, as you see, Cassandras Spring predict.
It is going to loose its turn
in the circle of seasonal rotation.
But, do not worry for the contretemps,
about summer nothing yet said.
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