Seasonal Collision
Something old, Something new
Anesthesia of Winter Blues
Springs Intention have force through.
Fertile thunderstorms howl and boom
Sleepy thorns are now in bloom
Pasts slumbering secrets left untold
A budding consciousness unfolds
pedals of Spring after the cold
Something old, Something new
A life spent in slumbering review
Is pushing forward with flowering A-new.
I really liked this one.
It makes me jealous because I’d give anything to write something like that…
June 3, 2011 at 11:25 pm
Thanks! I’m glad you liked it.
June 4, 2011 at 9:07 pm
This is such a lovely piece! The beauty of the dark in being able to see the light?
July 1, 2011 at 3:53 pm
sure. I was thinking of those sleepy rutts in life… and being awoken by new positive circumstances.
and then I ripped off T.S. Elliot, (those season metaphors) which I do a lot.
Thanks for your comment.
July 1, 2011 at 8:10 pm