Spring Will Come

Spring will come I spoke last night with streams of water I put my hand under their icy surface And felt their warmth Spring will come The trees whispered to me like old friends And the grass seeds under the cold mud I saw how the blood of the earth was boiling Spring will come The bread of tomorrow sleeps under the pollen of snow Icy mountaintops and murky skies I heard in the air the distant wings of birds Spring will come Why are you still alive If you don’t believe it? 1988