The spring speaks softly of gentleness and warmth
allowing our hearts
to feel safe again,
as we open ourselves
to her beauty,
in awe
we receive the confidence
to move forward.
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Note: Keep fighting and stay healthy.
I learned how to turn and shape my discovery,
my emblazoned star
into a more pliable romance,
so she would notice me,
and we could both walk out of this mess together,
seeking wholeness. We did find
the right shoes though,
used, but in remarkable condition.
And she spun, twirled
in her cotton skirt,
with the sun in her hair
the scent of lavender
defending us,
and that’s how it all began really,
our journey together.
Note: Sometimes we find ourselves by finding each other.
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As the rain turns to a drizzle, an unexpected liturgy evolves,
with each petal,
of each flower singing
opening with a chorus
to the brightness of the sun.
Springtime so green.
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As ice releases its grip on the trees, bands of gold slice
through the forest, quicker than knives thrown,
it is a wonder how hawks can see
in the brilliance of the dawn,
and how the first flowers
can be so brave.
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Within her glory spring dances as the flowers begin,
opening themselves to the sun,
and receiving the gentle rain,
filling us
with hope again.
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As the winter fades, sacred are the winds
that carry new life to our ruins,
a pervasive warmth
a softer, gentler rain
washing away
our devastation.
We are hopeful now,
spring
is finding us.
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When the green things grow, our vision is expanded,
recalling our victories instead
of scars, as forests
are born again,
and each flower
fills us
with a sense of hope
and strength.
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In the great melting, water drips from the maple tree,
and pine trees release the snow
from their branches.
Warm air embraces us,
with our desires to see further,
beyond our senses
to write a few lines
of poetry.
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I was in prayer on the third day having been summoned by the mountain,
I began to climb the steep path but it was nothing but rocks and pitfalls, so battered and bruised
I hurried, realizing we needed to defeat the crows, keep them from filling the pine trees,
so bluejays could build their nests……and spring would come to us this year……finally and at last.
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Note: The term third day here, means the third day of the week, which is Tuesday. This is fiction.
Our memories of spring My Love, will see us through
even these cold rains.
The light in your eyes draws me closer,
remember the cherry blossums?
I love the sunlight in your hair,
the smell of you
the sweetness of lavender……
and to be honest
even after all these years,
I’m still stunned by you…..
I can’t help but to kiss your face
while having visions
of flowers,
coming alive again….
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Note: My wife and I have been married a very long time. Part of our success is knowing, the importance of romance.
