all grey days depart from me
join the shuffling ghosts
of used-up winters
cold and earthbound

tomorrow will be greener
the morning a jungle
loudly waiting
to spring

this season when i write
leaps upon my mind
riding the winds which shake the sea
to rouse these hibernating words

thaw my frozen hands
let them flutter
scattering icy phrases
left behind by iron time

soar free
solemn geese in the sky
hauling clouds
you and i

03/28/2012

Author's Note: Soaring.

Posted on 03/28/2012
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