My lust for the year sated, I thought,
Dulled by the excess of winter nights
and frosted dawns. My appetite
waned and I, drowsy and bored,
wearied of the year’s continuation.

Until I stumble upon a spring:
I stub my toe upon a spring:
I discover an unexpected spring:
it gushes, flushes, rushes at me;
foam washes over ankles and feet
and wakes me, stirs me,
electrifies my blood;
the champagne of the seasons bursts its banks
and excites me with a flood.