1221
spring is singing
so many scented
hear it in hearts
palm of your hand –
spring
there's not a road to rush by
but knows
spring is the singing
now and then a sky speaks thunder
why wouldn't you if you could?
spring and the garden is asking us in
which is to say out among flowers
and all the green risen to joy in is
sin
as rudely as our health allows
spring and that's why climbed on to
each other
and wrestle you for whatever it is
all glade
till dark
track to track climbing
runs spring
leaf larger than life
spring is the firstness in song and so
in all steps we take
blind
all in the wish to love
addles the wits
this spring
where I'm the alien landed
must have been before
it won't matter
tear out the infidel heart
hold it high
here we are in the season
as wished
no one is responsible
I dream it
sniff my way there
among the littlest
and the least
I hear the song of spring
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.