This one seems to fit, no matter which spring we arrive at.

Spring

spring explodes
green
outside
my window
rattles
the universe
with
natural magic

half a world
away
spring bursts on
bloody ground
and
the explosions
are
a different
hue

the cry of
birds
in this spring
light
carry little
above
the cries
of
displaced humanity
bleeding
suffering
another spring
on Planet Earth

our own
third rock from the sun
spilling doom
into the
deep well
of
forever