Unconcerned, all year they slumber deep –
Their wine-dark branches cradle empty sky.
No pressing cares or needs do break their sleep
As past their trunks the rest of life flows by.
Now rising sap of spring breathes silent call
To subtle buds of green that raise their head
Then burst to life, one supple bough and all –
White blossoms on the trees that once were dead.
Would I could demonstrate, when you are here,
The riot in my soul where you could see.
A maelstrom of joy when you are near:
All fetters burst, from winter’s prison free.
A veil of falling petals, sweet the rain –
And I, undone, stand at your side again.
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