The new book is coming along, and I am combing through unpublished stuff, and doing some rewrites. This one, about Easter and Spring and renewal, didn't require a rewrite. I dedicate it to my wife, the love of my life. If you are tired of reading my poems, stop here. For the rest of you, here goes:
RENEWAL
He had spent his forty days in the desert
He wanted a drink of water
and wine.
She warned him that spring brought new growth
and
change
and counseled caution.
She spoke the words of winter
and moved with the body of spring.
He knew only that he wanted her
with the sizzle of a summer sun.
As their voices
quietly
danced the dance of lovers
he impatiently
awaited the coming of the rosebud
expectantly
Its bloom was as inevitable
as the passage of time.