Epiphany

I posted this one over on the Café but I thought I should post it here too. This is the latest version. Thanks.

Beneath the ancient snow
draped dogwood tree
I lay myself down, skull
resting on one of her exposed
but smooth roots. Her skin
still black with the dew
sun just risen and the stars
still littering the horizon
like petals. An early Easter
approached that year
and I was thinking
how I should like to give
my spirit to the universe,
just imagining myself gone
no more I here at all,
no more seeking,
no more struggle in just
spring rejoicing in reunion
of everything.

Shaking off ashen
sleep and clinging petals,
bright green of dew sodden
lea streaking white sneakers,
the seat of jeans,
the shirt all soaked
with sage and starred by stray
dogwood snow. Confused
cricket wriggling near
an ear, a tender twig or three
caught up in wild mane, and I
smelling of grass, blackberry
winter and crisp spring breeze
strode off pondering
the answer
for which we have
no better questions.