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
**** and bold
they bear though
they persevered

as will i, dreaming of
the green
foliage
the fullness
the silent heat
of your body
near