Spring Comings

the spring rains have come with the promise of cleansing and rebirth striking the earth with a slap resuscitating the bed of worms the air itself becomes comes thickens with longing scrubbed and beaten to rosy-cheeked perfection tulips open gateway blooms, tender, simpering their birth a wonder an opening squall from the extended excess of eternal life these small beatings thrashing's, tearing's bring forth the red, pink and peach of a tulip morn upon such gentle fragility upon the ever fleeing stasis of birth, bloom and death we all reform coming in ecstasy