When we rise to glorious
Sun rising above treeline,
When green becomes ancient
In our vision, then spring brings
Me hollyhocks, tulips in red, glorious
Are these in dark red, deep purple.
Gradient of sun gives color, shape
In petals, leaf, vine irises nearly
Blue, breathe given us, always
Wonderment of spring, water
Most usually most needed, never
Like this year, flood, water, deluged
Each fields standing in water, rain
In fall, blizzard after blizzard. Days
When snow piled above our skyline,
Clear, white, clear brown, white again,
Finally, green showing in April, then
Another snow, white, heavy with wet,
What more could I envision in early May
Green gone into every root, vine
Shoot of grass, rising above, farms
Still deluged, water standing in low
Sinking to bottom of field, tree stand,
Homesteads, family farms, given
Generation to generation, loveingly
Handed from father to son, big
Machinery, tractors, disk and plow,
Mercy of wind with no till, most Sun
\Rising daily to continue each morning,
Pushing up seed, to become ready October
Harvest through November, into dark
Days when sun rises
later
