I.
Come hither soon sweet yellow ball of spring
With honey dipped and blazoned slow by subtle fire
To this our porch of winter dour
So laced in white and tied by frost
With bounces quick and deftly turned
With your first touch from feathered flight
Pray, brew this cold
To spring’s own sweetened mead
II.
Smash well that bloat of frozen drift
And melt it into crooked runs
Like mountain streams reduced to flow
Away along the curbing
Lay low the lengthy strings of ice
And turn them into fresh warm drip
And bid new sprouts to split the brownness
Of their ceiling
III.
And as you bounce
Strum lightly on your warm and flowing breezes
And so the gentle music play that heeds us of
Your coming
IV.
So soon… Oh Spring!
In lightness fed
In greens to live for months this time
We may bloom in rapture’s rise
And loose these blocks of numbness
That harshly choked our move and flow
And seal our days with light and heat
And sweet passion’s move return
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
I.
Come hither soon sweet yellow ball of spring
With honey dipped and blazoned slow by subtle fire
To this our porch of winter dour
So laced in white and tied by frost
With bounces quick and deftly turned
With your first touch from feathered flight
Pray, brew this cold
To spring’s own sweetened mead
II.
Smash well that bloat of frozen drift
And melt it into crooked runs
Like mountain streams reduced to flow
Away along the curbing
Lay low the lengthy strings of ice
And turn them into fresh warm drip
And bid new sprouts to split the brownness
Of their ceiling
III.
And as you bounce
Strum lightly on your warm and flowing breezes
And so the gentle music play that heeds us of
Your coming
IV.
So soon… Oh Spring!
In lightness fed
In greens to live for months this time
We may bloom in rapture’s rise
And loose these blocks of numbness
That harshly choked our move and flow
And seal our days with light and heat
And sweet passion’s move return