Tuesday, May 10, 2011


There is no other time earth speaks to me
As in the day of spring
It returns triumphantly
Painting dull landscapes green

Skeletal limbs become the arm
Of delicate, verdant lace
The sky is blue, the sun is warm
In spring’s renewing grace

Winter folds behinds us in a memory
We embrace hope’s returning
With a glad, rekindled energy
It quells our silent yearning

I slide my fingers softly across the dirt
Relinquishing with out-drawn breath
Into shallow graves my temporal hurt
While seeds are planted in the earth


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