illustration pending (or how sunshine and too many blossoms can remind of Avallon)

aloofly, the chestnuts
shower the senseless asphalt
with fragments of pink and off-white.
the sun turns green all over
the birch-besieged streetlets,
and the younger lovers
hide not their excitement,
just like the starlings,
desperately nesting, in
defiance and in glorification
of all that shines, sings, transcends
the frozen drifts of before.
apple-trees emit fragrances,
burning exceptional in the morning,
dazzling every breathing moment
with a presence of the land
ever in spring-time, ever to the West.

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