For An April
Prayer Song
The cold of the ground
Emanates away - as
winter’s sense
Retreats... taking her fleece gown;
Leaving behind a naked past
tense
Of decaying carcasses;
fallen wood
For life reclaims the surrenders
that death took
And, eventually everything
will change; it is understood –
The cook with the crook
looks for the rooks
Crowing - to awaken the silent giant’s riant
And the gray pallor across
his traced face
Warms; the miracle heat transforming
an arthritic pose - pliant
And, the greening snake
sheds her mint colors full of grace.
