tyrants

irresistable

the blossom trees know you/
as does the river/
they recognize you in the way seeds burst forth from fruit,
violently, spirited away/
by the breath of the old north wind/
they see your shadow,
in the sinewy silver fingers of the moon/
when she coaxes the waves to break,
cast themselves hard upon the shore/
the bees know you,
in the perfume of your honey,
they follow you/
to the ends of the earth,
for they know why the grass grows where your feet go/
why the daffodils turn their pale faces to your sun,
why the sky glows bluer,
the air sweeter...