Wakings

Such growth, such greenery, and so much spring!
Waking in wonder... the stunned children go
Where Mysticism says there’s no such thing.

Spider spins and purple finch takes wing.
Acacia blooms. In fields wild flowers blow.
O growth! O greenery! O so much spring!

Morning glories wake at dawn; at dusk the crickets sing.
Sweet rains from worlds above wake worlds below.
Epistemology says there’s no such thing.

Each golden dawn begets more wakening
As off to school the wide-eyed children go.
Such growth, such greenery, and so much spring!

Each starry waking seems more dazzling...
More Aprils... far finer Mays to know.
Till fine philosophy says there’s no such thing.

Were we too much in love with our first fling?
Too innocent or greedy in its glow?
O growth, O greenery, O so much spring!
Till waking Wisdom says... there’s no such thing.