Archive for March 2010
Sprung
free and easy, laid back
and breezy
wanting to stand but leaning
when the hurt ended
it left me hollow
alder buds are drooping
swaying off-green jewels
no leaves yet but soon
the velvet buds unfurling
in that timeless, pious enduring:
the faith of the trees
birdsong in the middle time
flashes of red and black from the hedge
the rain soft, insisting
drumming me back to sleep
from my cage I can see
the crooked limb of the sky
and the pebbled beach of forever
it is lonely
but good
