Spring’s Silent Song

 

Is it perhaps in fingertips

Where poised and ready reflex sits

Sharpened, flexed and keen

Framing March’s calling turn

As brightness fills the sky

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Or feet that on an older ground

Had slithered, moaned and grumbled loud

Now, with bouncing spring and tread

A lighter step as though ahead

A different path awaits

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Perhaps the seeds delight and stir

Where winter’s less than obvious care

Has left in frozen, fractured earth

A memory of delight to birth

Awakening to the dawn

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Or there’s a switch within the head

That says: awake, arise from dead

And live, again, O mortal man

And staggering through the end of dark

Be greeted by the Sun.

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And somewhere, does a distant bell

Whose song’s a clear and keening knell

All life awaken – hear it well, rejoicing

That on your opened ears it gently fell

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While there are those of earth who

Still and silent now

Unchanging, live on in heart or head

Whose dying eyes, all-seeing, stretched with love

To bid you cross that line to be reborn above

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©Copyright Stephen Tanham.