out from misty depths she comes
Out from misty depths She comes,
past banks of snow, layabouts,
like slothful teens, all reminding:
alas for winter!, chill, dark, danger!,
introspection, sadness, woe and woe!
Yet from beneath black ice proceeds
a new, a fresh, a blue and green,
a shining light from high to burst
closed doors, locked from wintry
cold and damp, a pale face peering forth…
And here we go! Blessed morn,
see Her again! Only a sign—
a sign of things to come—but real,
and real as romance makes it:
a fresh renewal of heart and mind.
“Amen!” I say, “Amen again!”
I thank you for my cloudless sky,
my rising of the sun today,
my wind that blows through wispy trees,
that stirs the flower of springtime.
