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© 1988 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Spring is Like a Young, Wonderful Woman
Spring, the Goddess (formerly: Spring is Like a Young, Wonderful Woman)
Spring is like a young, wonderful woman.
When she comes round, I am her man!
Just look at those smooth, shapely hills—
I can gaze at them for hours,
And she will smile back from each new flower,
But—I must wait . . .
Always is the air full of her fragrance
As if she just went by on wings.
From a sunbeam she will slide down
And tap me on the shoulder,
Making me feel I’ll never grow older,
And that is totally great.
I’m absolutely certain she isn’t
Just some poet’s fancy on the fly.
The fresh young green is her domain,
And it is her lovely custom
To each morning hang a fuller blossom
Among the trees.
Her voice is ringing with the morning thrushes
While I am listening behind a bush.
I cannot see her—she’s so quick!
I often find myself musing:
What would my life be without her moving
High in each breeze . . .
Warm qualities abound in her nature,
And all day long she’ll bring them here.
Incredibly bright is her smile
And wider than each horizon.
Loudly she will laugh, shaking the heavens,
Making them rain.
Cool qualities arise in her also,
But not for long. The rain will stop,
And soon she’ll descend from the clouds,
Scattering her freshest blessings,
Meanwhile vibrantly taking possession
Of earth again.
And so she dances through her season,
And everywhere I follow her signs.
Sometimes on quiet afternoons,
I’d swear I was getting closer—
Yes, I know I am afraid to lose her!
She knows that, too . . .
She may withdraw by night into darkness,
Where stars remind me of her eyes,
But then she rises like the moon!
Her hair on the night wind streaming
Gives ample opportunity for dreaming
Of what I’d like to do.
Someday she will be yielding to summer
To tease me yet another year.
She is eternal and I am human.
Perhaps she is the goddess of nature—
Perhaps I was some god once who loved her
When we were young . . .
Yet if she stops being that one woman,
I’ll wait for her with all mankind.
She’s dear to me like beauty’s bloom—
Someday I shan’t be around her,
But she will linger, and you will find her
In almost every song.
© 1988 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Published in 2003 in The Eclectic Muse, Richmond, B.C., Edmonton, Canada.
This a slightly edited version of “Spring is Like a Young, Wonderful Woman” as seen on the video.
This video is an excerpt from “A Dance, Rhyme & Rhythm Extravaganza”, a poetry with dance show Freddy produced, staged and also performed in with a cast of 30 dancers in December 1990 at Fairfield, Iowa. Piano accompaniment by Nathanael Zumstein.
Design and copyright 2009 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
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