Musings at 4 AM on a D.C. Morning

Alas! Alas,

Month of Mars’ imagining:

You enfold the contentious record
Between
The failing grip of winter starkness

And
Gathering lush beginning
Of cheery, cherry blossom promise.
We come
Witnessing the Armageddon struggle—
The last gasps of slushy winter bloviations
And
More temperate climes
Preparing the way for future fruitfulness.

We come
Recognizing death
And
The need for new-life rising—
Lambs of sacrifice
And
Resolute love
Overcoming  the power of martial plunder,
Marshalling fresh orders of life
And
Peace.
So,
Standing at the cross-roads of
Winter Discontent
And

Springtime Possibility,
Where sparkling, ice-sculptured, translucent beauty
Belies cold reality,
We welcome
Liminal potentiality
And
Seek the promise of what is melting
In apricity, spring’s solar warmth.
Drops
From
This winter frieze,

Dissolving,
Let waters of life descend
And
Flow,
A tide of rising expectations,
A tide building new dreams and scapes,
In this world of different dream imaginings
A patient peaceful growing,

Without
Contentious rivalries,
Without
Ice deceptions—
Fear,
Hate,
And
Winter’s cold-heartedness—isolating
And
Separating
Into camps of
US
And

THEM.
There, saber-rattling, political, battlefield postures
Create states of starving children
And
Numberless maimed.

(drip)
Let us overthrow
The Martian winter’s knife-cutting winds
And
Herald spring’s musky scented breath of loam.
Let us
Honor the cheery, cherry blossom trees of peace
And
Dance
In one another’s arms.