Verdant Hymn
There’s a welling up, as of waves,
in me, but also without me –
I am only a member of the swell;
a vessel, uproarious with delight
as the waves pass through me.
Sweet energy! Glory! Rebirth!
Laughter and mirth are all we are
in these streaks of redemption!
The taste of a silent, still buzz
of electricity fluttering in air,
like the first rays of Spring’s sun;
the quiet hum beneath sparrows’ song.
The clear, fragrancy of the beginning
to vernal eternity, telling us – nay!
Crooning to us:
winter was well worth waiting through.