Kit Kelen #1003 - universal declaration or someone is saying spring

1003

universal declaration

or

printemps avant le lettre

somebody is saying spring

still chill first thing

they tendril tell it

over fence

a prance of calves

and through, as if there were none

someone is out of the pouch

runs rings around all care

you can hear the dew drip mornings

suns says

day is stretching out to its full length

and graze and rotate ears

and stare

till now I am these words alone

and in a garden of them glisten

frogs have called off night

sink deep

so someone of a silence

choir-like

because of no one knows

(science for an afterthought)

no time at all from here

now leaves are too busy to fall

flowers come to their naming

the insect air

now mainly bees

though there are unknown others

who can’t tell green from blue

and all for a first time

never before

mere admiration

soaks up

moments, hours, days

all of us precious

belonging this once

and all this while

someone was climbing

out of this blue

into more

it’s secret

and true

and it won’t come again

no one can hear it

but everyone knows

someone is saying

spring