Weeds shoot through a living wheel
But weeds are a spring too, not ones
Wayward boys went under and over.
Priestly poet goes back to sin garden,
Spring with snakes and temptresses,
To save our lambs from fruits of sin.
Spring starts in nipple-size mangoes.
The neem flowers drop like snowfall.
But no spring can tempt our winters.
(referring to the “spring” poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins)