Renewal Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

The sea is a molten pearl,
And pearl the fleckless sky’
The firstling leaves unfurl,
And the air is a fragrant sigh.

A bird’s soft madrigal
In the pear-tree’s blossoming;
High on the church-spire tall
A white dove preens her wing.

The elemental strife
Lost in a peace profound,
In sound of quickened life
That yet is scarcely sound.

One with the starry chime
Earth keeps her rhythmic beat-
Our mother, old as time
With heart still young and sweet.