My Symbionese Spring
Sigh, Syzygy, when Spring comes in;
For I am changed from what I am
Into global green that I am not.
I awaken within the things
I become, and glially I sing
Their first-scream—that expansion of Spring Stride;
My inward ventilated webs
Sparkle into a sheet of spheres:
Like Shook Foil, I see new words,
And my nose drips brew on a winked smile
While my salavit senses chirk loudly
With daylight soundings of colors
And an inaudible pulsing harmony.
And with a knowing eye that pauses,
I watch this thing called Spring
Crawl out of its symbiotic travel with winter
And reach forward to touch
With its masterful hand;
I flow and carelessly dance within myself
As I Bing! in tune with its dulcimer
Of dews and rains and frizzy airs;
And thus toasting these admixtures of moist life
I lung taste free aged seltzers
‘Joicing with each strange change I become.
--D'fils, Winter Break, 2013
For I am changed from what I am
Into global green that I am not.
I awaken within the things
I become, and glially I sing
Their first-scream—that expansion of Spring Stride;
My inward ventilated webs
Sparkle into a sheet of spheres:
Like Shook Foil, I see new words,
And my nose drips brew on a winked smile
While my salavit senses chirk loudly
With daylight soundings of colors
And an inaudible pulsing harmony.
And with a knowing eye that pauses,
I watch this thing called Spring
Crawl out of its symbiotic travel with winter
And reach forward to touch
With its masterful hand;
I flow and carelessly dance within myself
As I Bing! in tune with its dulcimer
Of dews and rains and frizzy airs;
And thus toasting these admixtures of moist life
I lung taste free aged seltzers
‘Joicing with each strange change I become.
--D'fils, Winter Break, 2013