The Movement - Youngblood Brass Band

«…to gather in us the desire for motion towards…

Motion to make that movement vertical… rewrite your

Book while hovering… assemble and advance on the

Sky… there is no more room for forward, for back…

Focus in us flight, and spring.

Jump… take up space

It is in the air… take what is yours.

Take on space… "

The month of armies.

Month of stomping men

Uniform winter tries to shed while fighting back

Nostalgia’s frozen tears.

The melted path summer runs

Along, naked but for her tanned hide.

Yes, spring is a

Bully.

All the earth in coitus for lonely bees to watch

And as the world grows green, broken birds grow envy

True, man, spring gets all the love.

Verb in season

Form.

This is it’s roaring mouth leaving bite marks

On the years front quaters;

aide memoire to the

Thoughtless ranks who bundle up their fear of age

With love lost tattered scarves

But it is also quite mindful of two masters, for all it’s

Pomp and span: though keeping to the wings

And later giving them up (only one needs the hand)

It serves the lion and leaves the lamb.

March