Lenten Spring

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
That thirsty ground, dry in spring
Draws in deep, brings forth blade
And stalk rises, and reborn glade
And bud and flower shortly rising
Slightly warming gone southerly
More of the late and early to see
Is its nee light coming, water falling
Lightly calling in an outward way
Man, woman, stalling to behold the day
With each supposed reborn thing talling
And reminding them of birth, rebirth
How much of this impression worth
Our consideration, mirth or thought otherwise
Who tries to unwind Gordias' hard work
Does fish rise again from dead murk
Does water make living the husk that dries
But for that life buried, hiding, waiting thing
That thirsty ground, dry in spring.

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