Summer Grass

               for Evan (Ant)

Every April dawn the wood thrush sings his invitation:
Will you sing?
Sing with me?
Let us sing
Songs of joy!
Love is new again;
Life is good!

The glow of morning sun through tender green
draws him around the globe to follow primavera — first green.
He will not stay for summer grass to dry silver blue.

My sparrow heart knows better
how to love wind-toughened blades,
tangled roots holding fast,
pushing grain skyward.

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