Paul Willason Poet Free verse

Giving Thanks

Here again, senses high
on the fill of a spring morning,
pillows of magnolia, wings swarming
the thick, sweet air, contented sighs 
escaping out of the lips 
of shadows.

There is no half measure here
but full breath inflated to
power life to fly, crawl 
or swim, each in its way fulfilling 
destiny in a wondrous dream.
It's no use holding back,

best leap into the morning
and hitch whatever remains
of yourself to the hum of movement, 
the budburst and throated
yell of all things giving thanks
to be of the earth
no matter for how long
or who will hear.

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