There will never be a pause now
it is the season of the first song at last
the tremulous heart has found partner
in the world's quivering.
With growth and green fires, birds carry the wind,
shaking out the bronze into a shrillness,
warming and agitating every alcove.
And also from up out of each lost pond
comes the lilted piping of frogs.
There will never be a pause now,
The oldest news has gone through every chamber.
like a road unveiled between mountains,
The sun tightly wraps my seeking to you.
With all the beaming, ingeminate sounds,
with all the shaking green in us,
there will never be a pause now.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
There will never be a pause now
it is the season of the first song at last
the tremulous heart has found partner
in the world's quivering.
With growth and green fires, birds carry the wind,
shaking out the bronze into a shrillness,
warming and agitating every alcove.
And also from up out of each lost pond
comes the lilted piping of frogs.
There will never be a pause now,
The oldest news has gone through every chamber.
like a road unveiled between mountains,
The sun tightly wraps my seeking to you.
With all the beaming, ingeminate sounds,
with all the shaking green in us,
there will never be a pause now.
