Resurrection

raising from frozen
stale graves
green hands stretch
to sunlight
to southern breezes
to hungry rodent teeth

resurrected thoughts
in reverse manner
ideas now hover
over buried bulbs
glowing for none
to see
to read by
to turn off

but lights do rise
and colors do shine
when lips
open and speak
to whisper
to greatly shout
to gently kiss

in darkened chill
in growing days
silken dress
bow with airs
to dance
to scatter alms
to acquire one more year