Saturday, April 5, 2014

The Year's Morning

God works continually, a thousand joys he would, 
 Pour into you at once, if suffer it you could. 
Angelus Silesius

Stems with bright wings 
Like butterflies
Sway in the sunlight,
Dancers to the spring chorus
Of grass sprouting
Of birds nesting
Of earth
Shaking itself awake.