Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Mystic Spring

MYSTIC SPRING

A Methusalean warp,
In-and-out of body time,
When renewal seems to split.

Soul conceives a mystic pair,
One, atop, with fresh tulips
One neath a burial wreath

This dichotomy cries out,
One from cackling, mortal fear
Unknown dimension other

But allow those sunbirds sing
Gather new thy hoary self
And accept this mystic spring

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Joe Maverick June 15, 2015 at 5:19 PM Hello Daver, I enjoyed the contrast in this write, and the observance of the wildlife interacting with seasons..'

Debbie Duncan June 24, 2013 at 2:54 PM yup,,, I like spring ;}

Michelle Mac Donald April 12, 2013 at 3:00 PM "Mystic Spring", we always feel its magic, Daver.:) Sunbirds...oh the robins are here, but so is the freezing rain.:( Do you think that the robins sing to help the sun rise? When it sets, they sing again. During the night they sleep and dream.:) Semper fid...love, Mikki

Lucilla Carrillo April 10, 2013 at 1:25 PM Oh yes, I accept it. This is the time when the flowers all bloom and we can make our yards look pretty. Right now we are having a lot of rain. thanks for sharing and reading ( An Old Man ) There is also a ( A Wise Man ) Lucill

Suzanne Delaney April 6, 2013 at 11:15 AM Dear old Daver: Beautiful and mystical READ tHANKS for the welcome and I hope your kitties aren't being too mischevious this morning:) SuZ