May 22, 2010

spring’s breath,
on my old wounds, flowers bud
branches lean
seeded clouds my roots shower
but the desiccate feeling lingers
thrusting me further into the ground
selfish love green green again
la mauvaise vie a ses charmes
under this new skin
the sap crystallizes
leaves fall
at the mercy of a season,
a soil, and
a sky too singular.

One Response to “sunlight”

  1. beighartman Says:

    Woowee! The dualistic interplay of liberation and captivity is spot on.

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