He who plants the ear, shall he not hear? Psalm 94:6
Who set the heart like a bulb
in the chest, shall He not bless
the blade that tears brown
husks, parts dirt, thrusts
a green budded shaft
to blast this blossom
horn straining toward
the window’s bright pane,
transparent plain between
gaping scarlet and snow?
Oh, whoever lit this winter
sun must also love love.
