Now Is The Immense Time of Waiting

Now is the immense time of waiting
before leaves burst forth,
now trees tremble in their splitting glory,
the birches of purple, the asps of green
and the gold-red of wide streams -
the time of invisible powers,
when everything is naked bearing wombs -
souls pant heavily,
and the twilight hounds and tires
as immeasurable love-affairs.
Now creation crouches for the leap it has
  yearned for -
before it is disappointed,
when the forest is as green as possible
and the world is as complete as possible
and the trees and the people mumble as if
  asleep:
"We wanted more."