New Life

Up from the land, new life again
Unfolds from vernal meristem;
Yet I, still grieving all I've lost,
Have soul like tundra permafrost:
In need of light and heat to melt
Away the ice that winter dealt
My soul, a greater light from source
That circuits past our heavens' course;
In need of light and heat to thaw
My heart of grief and winter's law
Of cold, a greater heat from high
Above the Sun to warm my eye.
I land my eye on budding tree
To ask the Light to land on me,
To ask its Heat to soften me,
That I might grow from dark and cold
To let new life in me unfold.