First Day of Spring
Sunlight penetrates the chill
And flushes across my face
The wind attempts to steal from Me
what the day has promised
But without a cloud to cast a shade
The fabric on my shoulder warms
A warmth, it seems, gone too long
Brings beads of sweat upon my brow
my fleece grows obsolete
And the time for shearing has come
Prometheus gift is given
And felt with earths slightest tilt
The calendar can only guess
At when the gods decide
That we had suffered enough
In that first moment of salvation
Reborn, and in balance
Through marriage of earth and sky
And the suns embrace
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2022
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