It's another spring poem called Spring Snow.
So now it's spring again.
If I live in a spare season, I prefer it so.
Last night's April snow came on us unprepared.
I found myself out walking alone.
Alone, I'd watch the snow fall down on Massachusetts
where I lived.
I didn't have anything then.
I thought I'd have a son by now by someone.
Out of the grace, I'd grow.
It was myself I grew.
Starlight, snowfall, cold, and dark, whatever I want,
I can out walk.
I didn't have anything then.
Spring snow when I can live again, I'll put myself aside.
So let it fall.