All Is Not Dead

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

Lifting lids from a lazy slumber

Winter’s spell I’d fallen under

Now new life springs from near death

Exhaling a potent, perfumed breath

Pollen lips upon my skin

Honeyed warmth comes flowing in

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

Lifting lids from a lazy slumber

Winter’s spell I’d fallen under

Words once stuck like gum to shoe

Now sprout from my brain like life anew

Winding the grid – north, south, east, west

To the rooftop I love best

Showering down on Tompkins’s lawn

Blanketing Earth in a lazy yawn

A picnic of food for thought

Nourishing life I thought near lost

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

A vignette of Manhattan in spring

My senses are savoring

Bikers buzz by like busy bees

Love birds neck under canopied trees

All this I observe from a five-story seat

Better than any weekend Hampton retreat

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

Basking under springtime rays

I hope for more of these blissful days

~kfu