the green kingdom

winter never seems so long
as when early thaws peel the bedsheets away
from the sleepy earth
before she has a chance to put on new clothes

not yet enrobed in lush and tender greens,
nor smelling of the perfume of new soil and leaf-blossoms,
she instead remains gray and drowsy,
in the tatters of last year's landscape,
matted and worn,

in the grays and browns, here I long for
God's green kingdom -
tomorrow's Eden of streams and hills
in technicolor

when this life has faded completely
and dissolved into mere memory,
revealing the evergreen scepter
and emerald crown
of tomorrow's perpetual spring.

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