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forgiveness season
by Betania TeschNow
as the earth
under my
scratched, salted shoes
is suffocating
under the weight
of boots and slush
as the sparse, limp leaves
cannot muster
a half-hearted crackle,
I awaken from
the drug of winter,
the numb, dumb delusion
of being a lamb
both in and out
of your lion's den
and staying cool and dry.
But I open a crusted eye
on our mud-caked
water-weighted past
which must simply
evaporate over time
and gather above
into gentler rains. 02/25/2005 Author's Note: a spring poem, being it was the season in which I was undertaken by forgiveness.
Posted on 06/02/2005
Copyright © 2025 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/09/14 at 05:01 PM I really enjoyed the language used here, alliterations, "numb, dumb delusion", "water-weighted past", and the marvelous resolution in that last stanza. Thank you. A fine POTD. |
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