First Green of Spring

First Green of Spring

The first green of every Spring
I weep for my unbelief,
For who but a god could color
Grass, or gently tint the leaf.

And surely no accident is the sky,
Nor all the waters below;
The landscape needed a careful art
To shimmer in light just so.

But gods die with the Summer rose,
Hope flees through Autumns door;
The Winter freezes the fire in me;
Spring will nevermore.

8/18/2000

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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