Psalm Viii Poem by Waldemar Ens
Psalm Viii
Green pushes out
onto wintered sticks
as if it was never gone
though body
limbs
remember long ice ages
of black branches and
winter white
heavy trudge of endless February
now releasing its grip
giving way
stepping aside
bowing to
this green pale tender new
half formed leaf
chlorophyll
pulsing through a thousand veins
billions of times over
creating this
welcome wonder
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