SPRING Spring has made its first step this year. The growing of bulbs in the dirt frost melted atmosphere. Not ready to breach the surface for biting wind and irregular snowing fear. Calm steady in order to reach its purpose in righting sins from yester years. Maneuvering rooting too near to departed dears or newly sprouted gears. Attempting the redemption of mention taken, tension waken, pulleyed extension balance shaken. Broke the crest too soon, winter frost is all too brazen. Almost gave in. Now look at the warmth that comes later. Patient. Endure the lost players. Feel the ground become incubators, capsized bud underground with all the other racers see the sun and drink in the days flavors. Tough to reach up from the dirt rock basement. Send your roots, sink the strains in. Faint dim light for those who have to grow with the shade in-tact. Deeper to hold the steadfast. Steeper for gravity to contrast. First last. Fly crash. Usurp. Relapse. Cool rain puddle splash. This verdant birth has to outlast the wilt til turkeys pass. Fight the guilt that comes from dandies brass as the lions yellow begins to copper and their gaze draws downcast. But still my start makes those trials past. Not built of weeds so my ship is full mast. My smiles come back. Spring, thank you for your arrival - the time to address, not supply remedial tasks. Help your blooming get me out of repeating this class. My deep roots hold me but will start to loosen if I dont begin new dirt paths.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 19:19:56 +0000
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