Spring Song. - a poem by Alan Cohen

It's spring - at last it's spring.

Spring Song. - a poem by Alan Cohen

Stand with me and look down

Down with the spray

Look up

Up with the waver and warmth

If this is not spring, what can shimmy on a branch

If this is not love, what can burst inside a cloud

If compassion does not flower, what can prosper in a day

Yelling to the factory workers that spring has come

Yelling above the passion of the falls


Trying to sail into a cloud, a rose cloud

Crazy as a water bird

Crazy as a well

A fragrance

A sorrow

I tell you it's spring

And no father, fear, or occupation

Will root me in the soil

I've eaten winter long and long

Out of the ground like a throstle

Shiver with me

What?--all life a sequence

Stumble, break your leg, lose your heart

Climb spring like a mountain goat

Stare into the avalanche

Be a bit more sturdy and daring

And wonderful

Hold a new leaf

Wash your face in the cold brook

Sprint down the banks

Open your arms

It's spring

Are you not awake

Why breathe if you won't hear this joy

Starting like a madrigal from the earth

Where's your voice

Shout your throat hoarse

Scandalize the neighbors

It's spring

At last it's spring

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Alan Cohen

Alan Cohen is a poet first, then PCMD, teacher, and manager, living a full varied life. After writing poems all his life, he is beginning now to share some of his discoveries.

Eugene, OR

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