Good Friday

nobody@vox.com(Renee) — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 11:05:34 -0700

I woke this morning morning's mistress
     In gentle wonder spring addressed
            Spring in glory, spring a-gallop—
                  O sing of spring and live and dance!

The trees move with us and the greening
       Ever rolling hills come calling
               High there, beyond beyond the earthy red—
                         Ecstasy! We swing out, we surrender
               As a cloud's puff smooths out and over: light and free
   We cannot grasp it. My heart and head try to hold it--
The hiding thriving mystery!

Sage verbage and cerebral art, pride, act, and pomp, here
Break! And the breath that emanates from spring then, infinitely
Lovelier and more vigorous, more airy than contained.

No doubt about it: sheer air we breathe the breath of
Spring, and orange-pink twinkles in the grass
Grow, shore themselves, and burst gold-vermillion.

Joan Mitchell

Painting by Joan Mitchell

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Renee Marie

Good Friday