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.
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I really liked this one.
It makes me jealous because I’d give anything to write something like that…
Thanks! I’m glad you liked it.
This is such a lovely piece! The beauty of the dark in being able to see the light?
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.