Approaching Spring

POSTED IN contemporary poetry February 27, 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Approaching Spring

 

To the sound of a deep melody
like the circuit of the sea
wise CHILD with summer’s blood in your veins
here, in this cold northern country,
help me to remember what has been loved
and to dream what will be loved.

To the sound of talk and tears
like the softest tones of Chopin’s piano,
quiet GIRL hidden within the lilac bushes
now, in this season of soil and rain,
come forth suffused in purple fragrance
and we will wander over marshes of moon grass.

To the sound of dawns and nightfalls
like the boisterous orchestra of March.
sweet WOMAN whose hands open the sun’s doors
always, during the flights of deer and owls,
guide me into the gold light of June
along a free-flowing stream pressed against familiar shores.

 

 

Daniel Brick