February And Beyond

Monster with a Lit Hyacinth Bulb

Spring* stalks us all and takes us one by one;
her twists and her distortions make us hers.
You see so many blossoms and it’s done;
so many civic-proud daffodils, blurs -
the crocuses - now come the hyacinths,
the cherry plums. Who can nay-say their wiles?
What were those torsos being hauled up on plinths?
And what are these upon my face, these smiles?

Lightning may help: she doesn’t need effects,
whose affects are supreme within the soul.
Suddenly we turn and breathe. We are whole.
Where have we been? we ask of our defects.
Kneel to the little child by the dark lake;
and recognize that we are now awake.

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*I know it's March 21st - but, hey! that's just a date.