Unquiet Quadragesima
As this ineluctable spring
Spills forth sprig and flower
From the giver: golden
Easter trees and their roots
Reaching out, turning stones,
Grasping for sustenance,
Sustaining—
As under abalone canopy,
Perennial threads
Yearn, unloose, reach—
Insatiate beneath
Vestments not green, nor yet red.
As within my chest, insurgent
life pours forth.
Author: Stephen May
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