Too
beautiful my country
in your green and golden spring costumes
with a dash of pinks and purples
thrown in to further delight
already intoxicated eyes
poppies peek red
blooming fruit trees disappear
into Heaven’s horizon
A field of cows
then of sheep, as yet unshorn,
mingle amongst the rocks, the green,
almost unseen camouflaged creatures,
each glistens different in the generous sun
I lose myself through all this beauty
disappear into the amazement of it
disintegrate into its exquisiteness
absorb myself into it
so that I am a colour in its palette
a speck in its loveliness
It is as though God thought of artists
when he created flowers
invented spring greens
I cannot conceive a reality without the existence
of a spring filled Israel
And strange how each year I forget,
caught up as I am
in the enjoyment of spring’s sister seasons,
that I have been this ravenous
to feast on spring again
