CATSKILL SPRING
In spring, the Catskills take its yearly bath.
Once quiescent rivulets raven with new-found energy.
Competing wavelets froth ‘gainst rocks
Scrubbing the hardened frost to prepare for summer’s dry exposure.
Water rushes everywhere as more pours from the skies,
Overwhelming the thawing pristine surfaces,
‘Til the sodden ground cries -
“Enough”.
“Here are your reeds and grasses,
“Here are your verdant blossoms,
“Your snow-drops,
“Your tulips.
“I give it all to you.”
And suddenly, there is beauty enough
To overwhelm our poor long-deprived wintered senses,
Newly rejoicing in the sudden abundance,
As colors abound in riotous array,
And,
We are once again, gladdened in earth’s renewal.
copyright David Peskin, 2007
