I spy you in April's newleaf green,
living scarlet, animate jewel,
living proof of love's sheer descent
from glorious onesong unity
to fearsome threefold life.
you've conquered the day in your brilliance.
Let me look deeply;
give me the glory of your clear
to flash upon the silent heart
in darkest winter's dreams.
by Richard Trant
*** previously published in The Sweet Annie & Sweet Peas Review, 2002