Springing

tibouchina

The season of awakening is here.
The hyacinths are up, magnolias bud
in violet to cream, and greens appear
a dynasty of tones. The winter mud
produces tulip fodder, iris love,
and everywhere life stretches toward the sky.
The heavens raise the roof, until above
us blue infinity astounds the eye.

But who among us gazes upward now?
Where went the hearts that answered nature’s dance?
I know we used to know – we used to long
for spring’s renewal. I’ve forgotten how
to be aroused, to look around, to glance
outside, and now I can’t see I’ve been wrong.

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