The Day Spring Came Early
Golden light sprawls from our feet
like the sun’s roots as we walk in the morning,
while the air is still rubbing sleep from its eyes
and blooming trees push out their leaves
to adjust to the undue brightness.
Seedlings of grass burst with joy
from our chest and laugh with us
as they break the permafrost
to spread sunlight through the soil.
Glory. O! Glorious exultation is the air
that fills our lungs: fresh cut grass glued
to the skin by sweet smelling sweat
spent for the glory of another.
O! how tumultuous is the song of selfless Spring;
sung by sparrows, beeches and our browning skin!