A Spring of Darkness
Perhaps you can see
the sunrise within a closed bud, maybe you cannot.
Did you dream last night. Maybe you did.
Did a clanking man clad in steel plate
enter your peacefully swinging bower,
did he crush you with a sledge hammer,
smash your life-blood to pulp
until only your eyes were left?
I did so dream.
These are the closed bud times my friend.
Spring is out and showering its warm mercies
but unless you can see a new sunrise
inside the closed bud
tomorrow will be a darkness
hard to wake from.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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