by Lacy D Phillips
All that is right is in renewal,
and the world is infused
with the sudden nearness of the sun.
The smell of green,
cold on warm tendrils of wind,
adds its voice to a symphony of scent.
Damp earth and blossom harmonize.
This is not the time for wool
or closed windows
or clogged streets.
This is a day made for movement,
a day the wind has made turn in on itself
so that schedules seem destined for defeat
and duties exist only in the periphery
for nothing can contest the thirst for leisure
on this, the advent of spring.
Author's Note: A complete overhaul of "Advent" from '04.
Posted on 04/18/2008
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