The Souls of Spring's Children
softly, whispering
featherfalls on silent stone
winter, gravity
lost in the fog, birds
grieving morning voicelessly
remembering love
dead diamonds, ditches
glittering cold promises
fossil furrow froze
darkness, deepening
the womb and the grave hiding
secrets and shadows
in the ground, waiting
the souls of springs children sing
muffled lullabies
© Gail Foster 2016
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016
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