Spring Prayer

Amid my kin of nymphs and trees,
Skin as bark, and limbs unfold,
And somehow weakened at the knees,
The light reveals the rain, like gold,
Anoints, as dew fills every crease,
Breath releases and then enfolds,
A prayer.

Woodlanders will groan and waken,
In the prolonging of the rays,
Winter's pace plods, then slackens,
Beast and bird clamor, as the days,
Of green and bud quickly betaken,
In the dance and liturgy and praise,
And prayer.

Then one soul in lamentation,
Lives and lets life have its sway,
And pining for the restoration,
In the slow dusking of the day,
Scents of spring bring communion,
And night a presence that will allay,
This payer.