Come tender friend of Spring,
come vanquish white-sharp night
and with your day-stars
melt ice-wrapped fields to green.
This crystal scene has lost its charm
like tarnished jewels and week-old
Christmas toys. For we are pressed
with you beneath the soil, beside the
cold stone steps. One resurrection
from the ground is all we need
and night is finished.
Release your fragrant breath
and free the frost-bound sleepers.
Come tender friends
erase with green and open minds
like windows. One golden head
with fragile wings will lift
the fields, the trees,
and me.