Regeneration

Take me

out to the wood.

Let my feet

trample

the soft underflow

of winter's leaves

before

Spring's new warmth

crumbles them to dust.

Curled buds

unfurling,

diffusion of bulbs

sprouting,

bird calls,

earth awakening

a power

flooding the land

light

restoring,

returning to life.

 

New spring,

you too returning

with false promises,

speaking oenduring love.

 

I know better.

When you bring me

Bluebells and May blossom

I see only

dry branches and withered leaves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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