Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Au Printemps

Today in spite of March’s unrelenting cold
we sensed the bold investiture of green –
not so much seen – in fact, not seen at all –

as faintly heard inside: a warm triadic roll
and glide – a covert prelude to the call of pale
gold early Spring: whose tune and  tender beat

and light vibrato would insist on manifesting
soon. We caught a glimpse beneath
the clouds which shroud the evening moon

of half-formed creatures teaching one another
how to dance. Like something au printemps
they’d dream up in a fairy tale in France.



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