come spring
things will be different
I hope
bare toes and
green growing things
growing greenly
swoops of hyacinth
peeking crocus punctuation
lily bells ringing
these snow-covered aches
leftover pains from the frozen season
ease and melt
rush through newly porous earth
back to the dark molten source
beating in the center
a mantle of bursting buds
stretches over heavy grief-laden soil
dark roots hidden again
hungry depths go silent
fuel heaving striving upward grasps
chasing shadows with sun
a winter's rest
dreams of bright lights and warmth
traded for soggy truth
but still come spring
things will be different
I hope
3.20.2009
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This is lovely my dear...thank you.
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