Apr 10, 2013

But, For A Season

for a season, there was hush in a day
my spirit twittered in volumes of harmony
dear sunshine, my love, what have you done?
but, plucked me from the cherry blossom

I squint at the eagle, flapping his wings
the ant trail leads me to bigger workings
an admired shove for hamates under palm trees
o' the magical resilience of a new spring eve

I inhale the taste of fresh mint candy
I blow april breeze unto the heavens
as the mowed, green, grass becomes warm
my heart pines like the tree for a host of fun

only to hope the cycle shall last
and this precious blessing should not pass
my gaze forever pictures this journey
whenever the seasons turn dark and lonely


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