Richard Malo - Always glory in Spring

On The Plains

There is always glory in Spring

Dew settles light upon the grasses

Shrugging off the yellows of Winter

To find the greens before Summer’s heat parches them fully

To wave iridescence of Autumn’s gold

There is not an aroma quite like that of a spring

Of morning

Wild plum awakened from the last of the frost

To sweeten the still air

Blossoms delicate and white

The smell of the earth itself

A bouquet of fallen leaves that fluttered

Loosed on October’s breeze

To dampen the knees of March

The sage will not be outdone

Dry stems once find again their wispy and fragrant tendrils

To savor the senses

Dance on the cool breeze

The buds that birth themselves from the cottonwood’s gnarl

Rejoice against the silent blue

A sky unmarred as yet by clouds

OH!

To rise early

And fling open the gates to everywhere

And genuflect before the morn

Among fallen leaves and grasses that rejoice

And glisten

To inhale the glory

And randomness of nature

To stop along the path

To touch the earth

And know that I am of it

---RAM

The rains came

Thank you!