Jul 10, 2014

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 its wings
the ant trails lead me to bigger workings
a flirtatious swing for hamates under palm trees
o' the magical resilience of a new summer's eve

I inhale the taste of fresh mint candy
I blow June 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 season turns dark and lonely

jhp©2012-2013






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