Spring’s Little Risings ©1998

Spring’s Little Risings ©1998 2018-03-08T11:32:58+00:00

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Spring’s Little Risings

A coarse and rusted bulb;

Who would guess
Beneath a wizened face
Beauty is at rest?

A hard and dawdling seed;
Who could see
That from a windblown pip
Grows the noble tree?

A dry and brittle vine;
Who would guess
From her wintry grave
She rises again in spring?

A weak unruly heart;
Who could see
Below its honoured place
Love made His home in me?