Spring Song
SPRING SONG
First warm day
and
this nut-brown flavor
scurrying bits of life
with
no eye-charging breadth
sifting
falling
There is a sharp denial of snow
an impossibility of winter
Not happiness
Not sadness
Not relief
Acceptance!
Deep within the ear
within the soul
a hammering
Builders are busy
And
this almost sawdust
in the air
Time for rusty old things becoming new
Somewhere
‘neath the dirty snow
the cached store
water babes are bathing
and
I walk
I glide
I breathe!
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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