Anatomy of spring

And as I move forward, the stream of breeze
Those who once forgot to whisper and then freeze
Once and for all the orange eyes, the Halloween skin
A ride on yellow letters, aside this calmly belonging
Glances hitherto unspoken for, shadows unseen of passing dove
Known apples, known chairs and the unknown garden drown in love
A letter from rays dispersed in shivering arms of woods
An answer from the smell, the very best I ever could
An address of the bell that was not precisely to be meant
A fragrance of sound leading to corner the river might have bent.