springtime;
walking
under grey-blue clouds
the lazy herd
moving slowly
above the crows
ravenous
for life
for death
my feet crack the salt and pebbles
below me and i may
slip on
the milky ice
and hurt myself
on exposed pavement
i may slip for you
and show you
something real
this
spring time
because i know
now
that the trees
never died
nude and bold
they bear though
they persevered
as will i, dreaming of
the green
foliage
the fullness
the silent heat
of your body
near