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Notifying the Dead
by Glenn CurrierAre the sprinkling of redbuds
in the gloomy limbs
the aborning spring?
Is this the last slate sky
of winter, begrudging its departure,
lest it free me from the confines
of my inner walls?
Or is a resurrection
hidden among the rotting leaves
revealing itself in the few shoots
courageous enough to notify the dead
of their awakening? 03/31/2002 Posted on 03/31/2002
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/04/06 at 04:06 AM When the redbud blooms here - they are magnificent! To see them begin to "sprinkle" a limb is such a great description. I like how this is written in question form - that wondering as we transition from season to season, or from life to death back to life. Many nice layers here. |
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