Perennial, A Song


Because it is spring I will try again,
because I love silence and darkness
and the coming of light        because I still
seek signs, wanting to believe
that you too, miles away
have risen.

I stumble half asleep to a window left
open all night, part the thin white curtain,
damp from last night's snow.  I heard
a song in my sleep, perhaps the snow
fell on me like music, bedding
down the earth.

Have you seen the snow?
Have you heard strange songs too difficult
to sing because they're so close to the truth?
I wake this morning without husk, without
a mask; rooted in silence and darkness,
moving again toward the light.