Ode To Joy

March 29, 2009 a work in progress, like everything else

Joy held me in her arms
soothing the tantrum,
smelled like roses,
got things done
with purpose and skill,
set the rhythm set the beat
with quick-quick moving feet,
loved the bird
hallowed the lilac
welcomed each season
and as winter set in
faded
and changed
and finally waved good-bye forever.

In the absence of joy
gray despair.
but, spring comes
(as it does)
and the globe willows smile
lilacs bloom
a little joy
grows, smiles, burbles
holds my finger
smells like heaven
loves the new day
hallows the surprise of everything
creates music, melodies lingering in her wake
honors her name.