Spring Forward

Frosty grasses

 

Lay down what is past

Look beyond this present skin

Lean hard into Spring

The Great Reversal

frosty trellis

 

Where once a green and virile vine

Twined its length upon your frame,

Frost has thrust his hoary head,

Icy claws have staked their claim.

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Do not lose hope as Winter’s grip

Sinks fangs of doom into your heart;

Where once his frozen work remained,

Spring’s greenery will grow her art.

 

 

Songs of Spring

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you are my vernal equinox

I lean in to your warmth

frozen places stir, blink

in the brilliance

hope blooms sure, like

snow destined to saturate

the soil, singing songs

of spring

 

Waiting for Legs

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Lungs filled with fluid

chain her to the swamp,

drown her dreams

with their primordial

.

pull. But she lifts

her eyes from the

sludge, above the

bottom-feeding frenzy

.

to the world of

terra firma, of

grass and soil

and ambulatory

.

thrivers. Hers

is a hope that

floats to the surface,

waiting for legs.

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Even tadpoles can dream…

Hope Unfolds

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Hope unfolds, a wrinkle in time,

boutonniere in a funeral pocket.

It whispers to the weary

when gale-force winds shout,

yet its stir conquers kingdoms

and uproots emperors,

one pale pink petalĀ at a

time. Hope is one drop

of one wave of one ocean,

yet it carves out its allotment

of the shoreline with a steady

hand. It dares to grasp the moon,

sleep with stars, paint the

Sistine Chapel, bow at the throne

of heaven, bloom on a cursed earth.

Hope is the candle in the window

to call its sons home…

In the Center

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In the center of her soul is a garden;

In the center of the garden is a tree.

In the center of the tree, is a bouquet;

In the center of the bouquet, is a bud.

In the center of the bud, is the choice for good and evil;

In the center of the choice, is her soul.

In the center of her soul is a garden…