Arab Spring

From the white citadel on the hill Subtle and suffused glory The light of freedom fountains spill In streets muddy and gory And the rain of seeded clouds aloft By torrent floods wet the land Old roots are tumbled out, and no raft Carries the stones that make the sand. Obdurate mountains like empires gone The street dancing tonight likr dawn The stag watches the still trembling fawn The winds bring fertile seeds to spawn And I from afar smell spring afresh The old climate for planting And the cyclic reaping of the flesh And flowers bloom for sniffing Let nature plant and the hills shall want Nothing for the free harvest Of fall. O but beauty still grows scant Among the gathering of pest And the old eyes that read the blank stars Tell by the moon the new change Is only fireflies in crystal jars The moon is sad, and so sadly strange.