Spring sown seeds in silent shower,
skip past rolling day, touching wings
as new-born dreams carry them away.
Drawing breath and flinging free
they cling to future's tail
and ride the currents carelessly
from tree to fertile grave.
http://dversepoets.com/2014/06/03/poetics-seeding/
skip past rolling day, touching wings
as new-born dreams carry them away.
Drawing breath and flinging free
they cling to future's tail
and ride the currents carelessly
from tree to fertile grave.
http://dversepoets.com/2014/06/03/poetics-seeding/
Just what I need today: uncomplicated and uplifting. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is right on target.
ReplyDeleteOh. Yes. And strangely refreshing to have their company in this our mortality..
ReplyDeleteAh this is very good...what a powerful close!
ReplyDeleteI can see the maple helicopters twirling down....
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