Chilly wings of white linger and light and bite
the frost found wound around her fingers
as she unfurls her curls her leaves
in heaves and throws
to show she
knows to go
soul to sun.
Bound to ground but found
crowned, emboldened with golden
dust to ****** -
unjust to those
who nose too close
and impose shadows
from which she sends shoots green
to stream streaks straight away
soul to sun.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Chilly wings of white linger and light and bite
the frost found wound around her fingers
as she unfurls her curls her leaves
in heaves and throws
to show she
knows to go
soul to sun.
Bound to ground but found
crowned, emboldened with golden
dust to ****** -
unjust to those
who nose too close
and impose shadows
from which she sends shoots green
to stream streaks straight away
soul to sun.
As we waken and stretch from our dormant winter stage, we bare our chests and souls to the skies to reenergize.