Temptation to Believe

Dumbstruck in the awesome
forest, spring leaping up through loam,

fiddleheads unfurling like giddy seahorses
under the green awnings of scotch pines

that don't close shop, one wants
to applaud, to throw or to be

roses, to address a thank-you moat
to those responsible, to imagine

such splendor is never random,
and then, dizzy beneath the cornflower sky,

I apprehend how lost I am.

Copyright © 2006 Andrea Cohen All rights reserved
from The Journal
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