Were It True…..Spring/Easter ’98
The frozen secret whispered in ice bound nights
Of scented promises
Beguiles the latent senses.
Were it true, the sleeper would awaken in bloom,
And fill the heavy air with song;
Weave a wildflower tapestry
upon her magic loom,
And strike the tone of Spring
Upon her golden gong.
Were it true, and all those green promises kept,
The barren fields would sprout in bold array,
And all the stirrings which had slept
Would rise and laugh the cold away.
Were it true, and all the lifeless thoughts were swept
Beneath a flowered carpet,
that frozen secret of ice bound night
Would grant my soul its full delight!
That scented promise of Life anew
Would reawaken me as well…
Would green me, like the spring,
Were it true.