The Undeveloped Country of My Soul

1/5/08

Again the daffodils appear

Leaping through the half-frozen soil

And in the cold beginning of the year

A joyous dawning marks my human toil.

The roses in their dress of summer green

The glowing iris' aristocracy,

The earth's entrancing drift of petal-sheen

Draw me deep in Nature's ecstasy.

And I return with every bird to sing

Of the eyes of children deep and fire-bright,

The sudden fall of peonies in spring,

And over my head the star encrusted night.

I move toward a far-off unknown goal

In the undeveloped country of my soul.