Between
between
deep sigh of a wispy breeze, excited expectancy
first green has inched up into my garden.
I have waited for you, green life,
since your sorrowful disappearance
last, crinkly crackled fall.
you faded below the tired soil
hibernation the next chore.
now in-between I stride impatiently
peering for the tell tale bumps
lifting earth and aged leaves
in between, suffused with earth magic
entering the bones, flowing to the heart,
reclaiming spirit. one time of my year
that produces an abundance of hope.
almost as if I too nave been in stasis
thoughts dry and ancient, brittle,
slowed sombre with out life
poems are extracted in the cold days
minus the slow sweet flow of sap
humming into existence
poetry, a poem, green life of the soul,
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