In Retrospect

In Retrospect (Maya Angelou)

Last year changed its seasons
Subtly,  stripped its sultry winds
For the reds of dying leaves, lrt
Gelid drips of winter ice melt onto a
Warming earth and urged the dormant
Bulbd to brave the
Pain of spring

We, loving, above the whim of
Time, did not notice.

Alone. I remember now.