The Shining Feeling

By Eric (Rick) True

From where I stand I see a thaw
and on the frozen floor
the sun upon the glowing crust
is glistening bright and pure.

Upon the rolling marbled hills
the glossy snowdrifts ride.
There is no place nor earthly thrill
like springtime greenwood life.

A musty scent is on the air,
I lift my head and breathe.
Out of the sky I seem to hear
a calling on the breeze.

The sound of God and life and wild,
the sound of earth that grows,
out of the wind that whispers by
the sound of trees that moan.

I know just why it is I care,
I bend my head and pray.
I cannot lock them in my heart
these tear drops on my face.

2001