Come Upon a Spring Morning
It is a surprise
that out this door I walk
and come upon a spring morning
crisp and anxious.
Deep in the winter
we sleep and die upon the darkness
entangled in webs unseen
en-snarled in vastness and repetitious dreams
stepping blankly in blinding snow
into the bay.
In late winter the birds sing
as if a mid-summer's day
and I clawing feet wrapped
against the cold, am wrapped
against not the night
but of the coming light.
Each year it is the same
vast darkness that rings
its triumph in the blackness of December
And then surely each day
brings few unnoticed minutes of light.
And it is with us all
each of us in our season of darkness,
we have not senses enough to see the light until it is upon us
not with the seasons
but within ourselves
wrapped in darkness
there comes the gradual light
and come upon a spring morning.
East Lansing
April, 1994
East Lansing Series
©1994 Come Upon a Spring Morning — Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.
that out this door I walk
and come upon a spring morning
crisp and anxious.
Deep in the winter
we sleep and die upon the darkness
entangled in webs unseen
en-snarled in vastness and repetitious dreams
stepping blankly in blinding snow
into the bay.
In late winter the birds sing
as if a mid-summer's day
and I clawing feet wrapped
against the cold, am wrapped
against not the night
but of the coming light.
Each year it is the same
vast darkness that rings
its triumph in the blackness of December
And then surely each day
brings few unnoticed minutes of light.
And it is with us all
each of us in our season of darkness,
we have not senses enough to see the light until it is upon us
not with the seasons
but within ourselves
wrapped in darkness
there comes the gradual light
and come upon a spring morning.
East Lansing
April, 1994
East Lansing Series
©1994 Come Upon a Spring Morning — Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.