It was amidst the broken snow
Beneath the new spring sun
As brown and green began to grow
And melt began to run

There did I find the seed we’d sown
So careful in the soil
Gone bright and lively, not undone
By winter’s frozen toil

Though I have often fallen from
The mores that I pursue
I still seek high, and often some
Great truth comes into view

It is with great surrender that
This wisdom I receive
And oft I must remember that
‘Twill e’er be a reprieve

With sudden fire my heart alights
And fills with ancient song
To hold so close to storied sights
It runs and leaps along

When shadowed musings enter me
Unbid, with ill intent
I pause and wonder what they see
In me that can be bent

And to those parts I turn my gaze
And build upon their bricks
So that the sickly shadow-rays
Can never fit betwixt

The horse hooves beating trouble me
As they come down the lane
Of mental pathways I can’t see
Amidst the foggy plain

I wonder what those drums portend
And when they’ll reach my sight
If they foretell my story’s end
Or tell of guiding light