What would
earth do
When all its
spring would have shed away
Into the
past of calendars?
The beavers
and raccoon
Would steal
a part of it with them
That no one could measure
For its
meagerness;
And the
frogs and the snakes
Would be
hidden in its lower space.
For the snow
would settle on the bare branches
And warm
them for other lives
Which arises
from the furnace of hope and faith,
And will
spread through the sands
To show its
calm at the hour of sleep.
This would
be called the beginning of a life
And another
spring,
If you ask
the earth
Which is
shed from its spring.