Greenblade Spring

in Celebration of Annunciation/Incarnation

One greenblade at a time, Spring
pierces soil, leaves, an old mitten.

Branches budfull, bursting,
smitten, into fireworks-flowers.

Sated with snowmelt, the unthirsting
ground gushes geysers of crocuses,

cradles puddles, marshes
every low place with luscious mud.

The streams in fullflood
feed secret seeds, spring's 

deepest need. Soon every golden
dandelion, every flowering weed

will burstbloom, blast away 
death and gloom-- the season

of the opening tomb.
And today in the secretdark

of a Virgin's welcoming womb
Life nestles near, dear. Here.