Can I sing Spring in?
Use this soft rain for a rhythm,
the snow it melts as harmony?
Make the beautiful mud my continuo?
Each drop knocks at the doors
of a thousand thousand earthworms,
whispering its damp alarm to life
to return to breathe the sweet air.
Upstairs under warm lights
seeds crack and grow fast,
lingering under soil for a moment
to be suddenly shocked to life.
Under real rain bulbs swell
rhizomes birth strengths of stems
spear greens toward the sky
they all know longs for them.
In such a little while
we will all sing and zing
together again aboveground
one song on all our breath.