Part of the Passion series
Spring came suddenly breaking winter’s hold
Sun faint dreaming, despite the cold,
Past the bud, of flower, rooting
Up through the dull earth and shooting
Green from the slumber laden life,
Unheated, untouched by breath and light,
Stirring, unfurling, strengthening,
Straightening till lip meets lip,
choirs singing of days lengthening,
anticipating love’s drowning kiss.
She hasn’t replied, the inbox stubborn,
Insisting there is no mail. I wait listening –
“You have mail, baby”- replicate
every hour junk binned growing
Alarming auto message, ‘you are close to your limit.’
I am! I wait still heart stilled cold waits
Sure it was the last – pressed ‘send’, wondered
‘Is it too strong?’ Thought she would say ‘hey,
enough. Back off, cool it. There is time
for this and this is not the time.’
Light pulled upwards stretching thin
Fingers bud blooded break winter’s
Back: streets whiten, green, crisper are,
Arcing up from memories of dark legs beating
Naked thigh high spring sing:
Autumn’s ties fashioned warped to flesh
lie discarded: the bright plumage
is that of light, life yearning flesh.
Such an awakening this wakening!
Shall I compare thee to a bird, stranger?
Estranged the I drifts, clouds within clouds,
Raindrops rumbling, storms without thunder,
Charmed by your Winter. Still I sleep,
Fallow, waiting for the turn. I
Feel the plough approaching.
Untill me, take off these folds
Let me drink the spring that springs in you.