The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part Iv

4. Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace, In the lengthening light the cold steps back As the lands rise fresh and free from deathlike sleep again, To play the full young mother dressed in life itself, Strolling through the warming, waxing sun. Growth and generation give the lie To the empty time, short before Everything renewed proclaims exoneration from stasis Breauty runs riot, freed from its long waiting To declare its immortality again. For he and she love grows anew In hopes reborn spring's thaw The heart's slow healing gathers force with the blooming As they pull the threads of their lives back together, Sewing them closer with trust and forgiveness, Going on again in the thousand-odd ways That make a single life of two. Love trumpets again in smug triumph Through the wakening world, For it too is one of the old, strong forces, The one that holds together what would fain break itself apart To its own rack and ruin; The ultimate surgeon, Healing with slow steely cuts Cauterizing the strangely sweet wells of pain With unquenchable fire That burns, Promethean.