Soft morning, the gentle rain
Plucks the earth
As falling breathy notes
Sighing, soothing melodies
Drenching the earth in song
Yielding to the sonata of sun:
Warm, vibrant, strong
And the music calls forth life
Bursting choirs of green
Accompaniments of blooms
Singing to the known and unseen
Maestro of song.
New Life, so seemingly fragile,
Blooms, stretches, yawns into existence
Her entire cycle ahead still,
As she tries on her persistence,
And sleeps off her resistance.
The beauty in the fresh blossom
Sings of hope and resurrection,
Winter left us solid, solemn,
Frozen in derelict dejection,
Seeking warmer affections.
New Life breaks like sunrise,
Like a thief into the strongman’s purse,
Bringing a swift demise
To the fallow curse:
The icy hearse.
Curtains billowing in the breeze
Like a woman’s cotton dress
Frolicking around her knees;
Currents carried on a cool caress
To soothe the heat of day.
Green life emerging from its death,
The winter-buried clumps of sod;
Decay and rot, smothered breath,
Renewed again by the hand of God,
Working through His appointed seasons.
Spring is returning, and just in time.
Snowy white blankets, death iced over,
Smothered this tender soul of mine
Under a friendless, thankless cover.
Come back azaleas, come back clover,
Grass wake green, ivy climb-
Resurrect the aimless rover
Who feeds on rays, and roads, and rhyme.