Favourite Spring Poems?

This is one of the few poems I have memorized having memorized it back in High School. It has stuck with me. It's about the imagined process that ants take when encountering another dead ant and the thorough departmental work they go about in response. On the surface it seems uncaring and robotic, and yet in this strict process they adhere to maybe there's is love in the order... I don't know why I love this poem so much, I guess for many reasons - one of them being as part of a more formal church expression that follows a precise liturgy for worship I think some might assume it is absent of emotion (like the organized process of ants) and yet, in this careful order and repetition there is a precise truth and yes, love and honor and devotion are expressed.

The poem also makes me think about how some of our (human) responses in light of death and grief and disaster are a desire for "gentleness" and "care" but that there are many expressions of that. There is gentleness in sitting with someone and listening to them, there is gentleness is a quiet hug, but there is a fierce practical gentleness to the person who makes a casserole and leaves it at your door without a word, or the person who quietly takes care of your trash, or vacuums your living room, or drives you to an appointment. These are not opposing sides - but true realities of life and need - and it seems ants in this imagined depiction have mastered that more utility-driven side gentleness.

I don't know - I just re-read a whole mass of text I wrote about the poem in 2017 and I'd say I disagree with many of points I made back then that's the beauty of this poem - it is very rich with meaning as an allegory for humanity and also as a thoughtful mirror to ritual, duty, utility, and work - all tucked into a poem that looks deceptively simple on its surface (Robert Frost is a master of this!).