It has happened again
While I'm not looking...
Snow drops and crocuses
tumbling into tulips and azaleas
The slow muted understory of color on the snow
Traipsing toward the waking sun
that herald robin
V of the geese
ever-pointing the direction
out of darkness
into life
...to reach the crescendo, yet again
Leave behind the bud ~
exquisite ~ Hope
of mere possibility
of dew jewels scattered in the green
And never grow tired of this procession
to love life
to love life
Love ~
Inexpressible
Love inaccessibly fragile
fool of a child
we always long to be
Love ripped apart at the V
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 4:58 PM UTC
It has happened again
While I'm not looking...
Snow drops and crocuses
tumbling into tulips and azaleas
The slow muted understory of color on the snow
Traipsing toward the waking sun
that herald robin
V of the geese
ever-pointing the direction
out of darkness
into life
...to reach the crescendo, yet again
Leave behind the bud ~
exquisite ~ Hope
of mere possibility
of dew jewels scattered in the green
And never grow tired of this procession
to love life
to love life
Love ~
Inexpressible
Love inaccessibly fragile
fool of a child
we always long to be
Love ripped apart at the V