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.