Thursday, June 5, 2014

Seeds



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/

5 comments:

  1. Just what I need today: uncomplicated and uplifting. Thank you.

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  2. Oh. Yes. And strangely refreshing to have their company in this our mortality..

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  3. Ah this is very good...what a powerful close!

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  4. I can see the maple helicopters twirling down....

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