Spring's Child
Sun
mounts up;
pink bliss flares,
enters supple
sapling.
Purple slumber settles.
Moon is unaware of the tide below.
Tears squeeze from the anxious sky, spill on
nervous springs. Thunder shakes a sobbing womb.
Water breaks (from hidden depths) in delusional deluge.
Crusted mud howls frantic sufferings, twists on agonies.
Gilded bedrock cracks in twain, damp and wailing.
And then – finally – she explodes;
one life-bud
lays soaking
in the dawn
of release,
facing her
summer
muse.
Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2008
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